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 3/26 + Epilogue
Chapter: 3/26 + Epilogue
Rating NC17 Throughout
Xander sneaked out of the palace and into the City, he watched as the mercenaries went about looting the houses. A strong hand landed on his shoulder. "What are you doing here, Little Prince?" Spike had pearls and gold chains round his neck, a large sack over his shoulder full of gold and silver plate, candlesticks and more jewelry and was busily chewing an apple. He pulled Xander to his side and along with him.
"I want to see it all." Xander said breathlessly. "I've never seen a war before."
"Where have you been?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "A monastery?"
"No," Xander shook his head. "Been studying at the University, I want to build things."
"Same thing." Spike chuckled.
Xander frowned. " What have you been doing then?"
"Fighting." Spike grinned. "I'm a soldier, been fighting since I was ten. This is my eighteenth campaign."
"And you don't believe in education and learning?"
"No." Spike smirked. "Learned one thing though." He paused.
"What's that ?" Xander asked.
"How to survive." Spike answered, as he strode on. "Take my advice little Prince. Go back to the Palace the streets are no place for you while my men are about. Here," He threw Xander an apple. "take a bite." Xander caught the apple and watched as Spike disappeared into the noisy, milling throng, the chaos and smoke.
Spike saw Gunn pushing an empty wheelbarrow in front of him. "Give me a lift?"
"Sure." The large black man laughed as Spike flung himself inside. "Your carriage awaits Sir." He grasped the handles and trundled Spike along. "Fuck Spike, you've got a fortune there, what are you going to do with it?" Spike smirked. "Buy a bunch of animals, start a farm." Gunn chuckled. "Yeah, good idea."
They saw Drusilla sat on and ornate chair, others lounged around her, tankards in hand. They stopped. "Dru, give me a drink ." Spike demanded. She stood and came towards him swaying her hips, tankard in hand. "Tell me you love me, first." She purred. "I love you first," Spike smiled as she held the tankard to his lips. Her eyes strayed upwards and widened, she gasped. "There's a noose, a noose hanging over our heads." She straightened.
Spike looked upwards. A circular piece of burning rag hung from a short rope. "That's no noose, it's nothing but a burning rag," he laughed. Her eyes darted between Spike and the 'noose' . "It's a noose I tell you," She swayed. "A sign of disaster!" Others began to murmur. Spike stood up. "What are you talking about, love? I never felt better in my life."
Gunn slipped an arm round her waist. "Come away Dru," he glanced at Spike. "don't upset yourself," he drew her aside. Spike looked at the burning rag, rolled his eyes and shrugged.
Jugglers and musicians danced through the street, behind them rumbled a huge, beer barrel. Angelus walked along with it. "Free drinks m'lads, all your bellies can hold!" He bellowed. "Courtesy of a grateful Prince. Drink to victory." He laughed as mercenaries fell in behind the barrel and women kissed him. He noticed Spike frown at him. "What's the matter Spike, don't you want a share?"
Something didn't seem right, Angelus had always been aloof toward them, maybe it was the euphoria of victory? Spike shrugged, he might not be friendly with the man, but he seemed trustworthy enough. He relaxed. "Sure," he grinned, falling in beside Dru and Gunn.
They danced through the streets, not noticing when Angelus led them into a particularly narrow one, or duck out of sight between two double doors. He glared as he walked passed the Prince and crossed the courtyard full of heavily armed soldiers and climbed the steps up to the cannon mounted on the wall. The barrel rolled into the open square into which the cannon pointed, followed by the laughing mercenaries. He waited until the last of the mercenaries filed into the square and began to realize they were in a dead end and turned to go back the way they came.
Drusilla saw him on the wall. "Look," she pointed. "The Captain." Spike looked up.
"Put down your weapons and all your loot." Angelus bellowed. They laughed. "Come on down Captain, join the party." Spike chuckled.
"The party is over!"
"Spike's eyes narrowed. "Prince Rupert promised the loot would be ours!"
"He changed his mind, he has decided to keep it for himself." Angelus aimed the cannon.
"Get to the side!" Spike roared and pushed Drusilla against the wall. The cannon boomed and echoed round the square and the barrel was blown to pieces, wood rained down on them as they picked themselves up.
"The next one will hit you," Angelus warned. "now do as I say!"
"Traitor!" Drusilla screamed.
"C'mon!" Spike raced for the narrow street they'd come along. There was the thunder of hooves and the street was blocked by heavily armed soldiers on horseback, pushing them back. Eventually they were tightly herded into the square and surrounded by mounted soldiers.
"Now throw down your arms and your loot!" Angelus shouted.
Slowly the mercenaries were filtered into the narrow street, throwing their weapons and loot onto the growing pile. Soldiers lined the route to the City gates and the mercenaries were herded through. Spike glowered as he was herded along.
Xander joined his Father and Angelus on the wall. "What's happened?"
"They are being driven from your Father's lands." Angelus growled.
"They were bleeding the City dry, soon there would have been nothing left." Rupert explained.
Xander looked puzzled. "What are you going to do to them?"
"They'll be escorted to the edge of the kingdom, there they'll be forcibly dispersed. Spike will be hanged as a warning to the others." Angelus replied.
Xander's mouth fell open and he rounded on his Father. "That's a dirty, rotten trick!"
Rupert shook his head. "You have a lot to learn, Xander."