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Flesh & Blood

Title: Flesh & Blood (An S/X adaptation of the Rutger Hauer movie of the same name)

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 use of movie dialogue.
Rating: NC17 Throughout
Pairing: 100% S/X
Author: Naughty_Fae
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 7b/26 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17




Chapter: 7b/26 + Epilogue

Rating NC17 Throughout

Warning: M/M Rape

AN: The Fae does not condone rape in RL by anyone, to anyone. Nor does she use the euphemism 'Non-Con'. No means 'no', not 'maybe' or 'if you persuade/coerce/force me'. This is fiction, it is a plot device used to set up the future relationship of Spike, Xander and the other characters.

Spike's fingers curled into the back of Forest's jerkin and he yanked him off the boy and shoved him away. There where gasps and then silence. Forest staggered and then turned snarling. "What the fuck Spike? What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Spike's mouth twitched as he observed the black man, face contorted in fury, hard cock jutting obscenely from wiry black curls and britches round his ankles. Spike's calm manner belied his inner turmoil as lust warred with good sense. "I'm having the boy first."

Xander twisted his head round in disbelief as he heard the softly spoken words. Forest snorted and looked at the faces of the men pressing in on them. "You can have what I leave," he sneered and made to push passed Spike; Spike moved to block his path, the men murmured and those holding Xander down straightened up releasing their grip on him.

Gunn pushed forward. "Spike's the leader, he should be first." Andrew and Jonathan nodded. "Gunn's right, Spike should break him in." Jonathan supported. The men began to nod their heads and mutter in agreement.

Forest's eyes flickered round the circle and fell on Lindsey, Lindsey shrugged. Spike had out maneuvered him, it was Spike's right as leader and the other men would support him. "I'm first after you." Forest smirked. Spike nodded in agreement.

Xander, half naked though he was had managed to crawl away while the men were occupied watching Spike and Forest square up to each other. His heart hammered against his ribs and panting in wild fear he scrambled to his feet and ran. He only got a few steps before Spike caught him, a powerful arm encircled his waist and brought his flight to an end.

Spike grasped the boy round the waist and pulled him off his feet and against his body. Xander kicked and struggled trying to loose Spike's hold. Spike spun him round and twisted his injured arm knowing it was the quickest way to subdue him, Xander shrieked in pain and Spike grasped his jaw in a tight grip and forced Xander to look at him. Spike spoke slowly and deliberately. "This is going to happen Little Prince you have no choice in that." He shook him for emphasis. "How it happens is up to you. Now, it's me or them." He nodded at the men watching. "Fight me and you'll get hurt." He dropped his voice. "Just, just give in Xander."

The thinking part of Xander's brain had shut down and he was in fight or flight mode. He spat at Spike, his saliva dripping down Spike's chin, he kicked out at him and his fingers scrabbled at Spike's hand. Spike spun him round and half carried, half dragged him cursing and crying to the circle and he fell to his knees pulling Xander with him. Eager hands grasped Xander's arms and Gunn grabbed his ankles, Spike shot him a grateful look and Gunn nodded.

Xander was spread eagled on his back and held firmly in place, Spike between his open legs. Except for the tatters of his jerkin that hung on his shoulders and arms he was naked. Spike's heated gaze traveled down his body, the boy was a picture. Lightly tanned skin, unblemished by scars or illness, long limbs, a broad, hairless chest and flat stomach. A narrow trail of hair ran from belly button to dark curls at his crotch, a fat, dark cock laid limp against his thigh, and lightly haired balls peeped shyly from beneath. Spike swallowed a moan as his own cock pressed painfully against the confines of his leather britches.

There was something satisfying in the violence of rape. The feeling of dominance and power over another and sometimes pure lust, Spike had felt it many times, especially as a younger man. But they were anonymous victims, people he'd never met and would never meet again; people he didn't care about, victims of war.

Spike found a morbid satisfaction in taking an unwilling partner and making them want him. Seducing them and using their own desires and uncontrollable instincts and lust against them; until they were writhing and moaning, begging for his cock to give them release, their brains telling them one thing, their bodies another. And the delicious mortification and shame that followed of knowing they had desired him especially if they were nobility, gave Spike deep pleasure beyond the act itself. He wanted that from Xander, not especially the mortification or shame, but to desire him, for pure lust and instinct to override fear and good sense. He wanted the boy to want to dance on his cock and revel in the pleasure Spike could give him.

Spike unlaced his bitches and sighed as his aching cock sprung free, it was pale, not quite as fat as the boy's, but longer and jutted from light brown curls, his balls hung lightly haired and heavy. The breathing of more than one of the watching men hitched.

Spike leaned over Xander, a hand at each side of his head. Xander rolled his head, tears coursing down the side of his face, eyes tightly screwed shut. "Look at me Xander." Spike said softly and then sharply when he didn't respond at once. Xander looked at him, frightened brown eyes looked into blazing blue. Spike lowered his hips and rubbed their cocks together, Xander's eyes flickered. "No, please don't," he whispered. Spike smirked and continued to move. Xander twisted his head to the side and Spike nuzzled at his neck and then kissed across is throat and chest. He could feel the boy trembling and his heart thudding like a frightened bird's.

All eyes were glued to the pair. Jonathan and Andrew reached for each other, both at one time wanting to share Spike's bed, together or individually. Lindsey licked his lips and felt his cock begin to fill. Forest snorted. "What the fuck is he doing?" Lindsey elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Shut the fuck up!" He hissed. Forest saw others glare at him and he fell silent.

Spike licked and the nipped at a pebbled nipple and caught the hitch in Xander's breath even though he kept up a steady stream of soft "No's" and "Please don't do this," between choked sobs. Strong hands stroked the boy's flanks and he felt the soft skin flutter beneath his palms. He caressed the thighs and his fingers sort the gentle crease where leg met body and he rubbed, producing a extra tremble and soft moan. His hands slid round to cup and knead the firm ass, feeling the tension ease and then he fondled the balls rolling them between his fingers and his lips twitched as the boy unconsciously raised up a little.

Spike's own breath was labored and his cock was so hard it hurt and his balls tingled. He was close, too close, if he sheathed himself in the boy now there was the very real danger he'd come immediately, disgracing himself in front of his men. He reached for his own balls and twisted and squeezed them painfully, he hissed but felt his desire recede. His cock stayed hard.

Spike needed to move things on. "Lift him." He instructed. Gunn raised Xander's legs giving Spike better access to his dusky rosette. Xander whimpered and Spike shushed him and stroked his thigh. Drusilla appeared and pressed a small bottle of oil into Spike's hand. She smiled sadly. "Don't hurt the puppy." Spike looked at her with gratitude. Spike poured the oil on his fingers and began to massage Xander entrance as it tensed and closed against him. He kept stroking. "Relax pup, let me in." He purred. He lent forward and licked Xander's cock, as Xander jumped he pushed a finger in the dusky rosette. The boy was tight and his muscles clamped on Spike's finger almost painfully. Spike waited and slowly the muscles relaxed round his slender digit and he sheathed it all. He crooked his finger and sought out the hard nub and as he caressed it the boy bucked and moaned, there were echoing moans amongst the spectators.

Spike rubbed again and pulled his finger out adding more oil and a second finger, he worked them inside almost before the moan died on Xander's lips. This time the boy whimpered painfully and Spike rubbed soothing circles on his belly and then stroked his cock, noting how it had begun to fill and harden. He crooked his fingers and pressed the nub, Xander gasped and groaned. Spike began to finger fuck him, slowly at first and then as the boy's cock hardened and he tossed his head, harder; sliding in and out of him and scissoring his fingers at the same time. Now and again he'd stroke his sweet spot until Xander was sobbing over the traitorous betrayal of his body and moaning in pleasure and pushing back on the fingers.

Both men panted. Spike couldn't wait any longer, he pulled his fingers out and smirked as Xander groaned. He oiled his cock generously. "Hold him real tight." He purred. He grasped his cock with one hand and pulled Xander's a couple of times with the other. The fat, glistening head of his cock pressed against Xander's hole and Xander's head stilled. "Relax." He ordered. Lindsey held his breath as Spike pushed slowly inside the boy. Xander's face scrunched in pain and he whimpered as he was breeched. Once through the guardian ring Spike was overwhelmed by the tight, velvety feel of the boy and surged forward. Xander shrieked as he was filled, his channel stretching, tearing and burning to accommodate something much bigger than Spike's fingers, his erection wilted.

Spike stilled, his forehead resting on the boy's belly, he stilled for himself as much as the boy. He clenched his teeth and fought back his desire to pound into the boy and come. Seconds passed, he began to move, slowly at first and then quicker. He lent forward and the men released Xander's wrists and Spike's own fingers curled round them.

The pain lessened somewhat as Xander's muscles adjusted to the intrusion, Spike's movements being eased by the oil and a little of Xander's blood from his abused passage. Spike sped up his thrusts getting deeper and harder. Gunn lifted Xander's feet and raised his legs to cross high up on Spike's back and he held them there. Spike adjusted his angle to hit the boy's sweet spot. Xander grunted and mewled with each thrust, his cock began to fill and harden and lights flashed behind his eyes each time Spike ploughed into him and he began to push back.

Vindicated and spurred on by the sounds the boy made, Spike's hips snapped back and forth as he pulled almost out and then slammed into the boy. Their groans and moans were echoed as men palmed their own aching cocks as they watched. Spike wanted the boy to remember the experience but this was about him, his pleasure, his reinforcing his position as leader and establishing dominance over the boy, it wasn't about the satisfaction of mutual orgasm.

Spike felt his balls draw up and orgasm uncurl in his belly, a tingle snaked down his spine, his thrusts lost rhythm and with one brutal push high into the boy he held still as his body tensed, jerked and trembled, he grunted as his hot cum flooded the boy's bowels.

Lindsey came in his britches.

Spike slumped over the boy panting as he softened and slipped free of his body. Gunn released Xander's legs and they slipped from around Spike, Spike sat back. He noted his cum dribbling out of the boy, his still hard cock, sweaty, tear stained face, flushed and confused look with sad satisfaction. Silently Drusilla passed him a rag and he observed his cock was a little streaked with blood as he cleaned off. Behind him Forest grunted.

Spike stood and tucked himself away and laced up his britches. Xander lifted himself up a little on his elbows. "Spike?"

Spike looked at Forest and then Xander. "Next," he smirked.
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