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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 8/26 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17




Chapter: 8/26 + Epilogue

Rating NC17 Throughout

Xander screamed hoarsely after Spike. "Spike! Please Spike! I want it only to be you!" Spike walked on without looking round, Xander sobbed and Gunn looked at his friend in amazement; he thought Spike had lain some sort of claim on the boy and that he wouldn't throw him to the mercy of the others. He shrugged, apparently he was wrong.

Trauma had driven the fight out of Xander, Forest took Spike's place and pushed him flat, he didn't even need holding down, he just sobbed. For a moment Gunn thought of taking the boy himself, he'd be a damn sight more gentle than Forest, but he couldn't do that given how he felt about Dru. He noticed Spike still prowling on the edge of the circle, it's numbers had dwindled as a few had wandered away, losing interest after Spike's display.

He watched as Spike looked around, Spike saw Gunn looking at him and nodded. Spike neared one of the fires, slipped the toe of his boot under a burning brand and flipped it at one of the tents, it immediately caught alight, Gunn and Spike grinned at each other.

Forest stroked himself to hardness and lined up at Xander's reddened, torn hole. Gunn bellowed. "Fire! The tents are on fire!"

Pandemonium broke loose, everyone ran for the tents. Forest struggled to his feet stumbling and lurching as he stuffed his hard cock into his britches and ran to help.

The fire spread quickly from tent to tent despite efforts to beat it out. It reached to where Drusilla had tied the statue to a tree and the Saint caught alight. Drusilla screamed. "The statue is on fire." She rushed towards it but Gunn caught her and held her back. The rope holding the statue gave and it lurched and swung round. Spike saw his chance, he went to Drusilla. "It's a sign, isn't it Dru?" He said urgently. " A sign that the statue wants us to do something," he prompted. Others gathered round as she swayed, eyes closed. "It's a sign," she mumbled. "a sign that the statue wants us to leave, to go in the direction it's pointing.

A few of the mercenaries groaned. Spike beat out the fire and stood beside the statue. "Tomorrow we leave," he announced. "like Dru said, we should travel in the direction the statue's pointing."

The fire out, the mercenaries bedded down for the night in the remaining tents and in the open, near the wagons. Xander stood where he'd been left, dazed, in pain and confused. Shock had taken it's toll and he shook, his teeth chattered and he didn't even acknowledge that he was still naked. Spike picked up his boots and britches and shoved them roughly into his hands, growling a little when Xander shrank away from him, fear in his eyes. "Dress yourself then get over to our campfire, if she's a mind Dru will tend to you, from now on you travel and bed down with us." The boy didn't move, just stared. "Now!" Spike shouted. Xander jumped, dropped his boots and began to pull on his britches.

Angelus wiped the sweat from his forehead, it was a warm, bright day and he'd finished ploughing the field and now he was planting the seedlings. He walked along making holes with a stick and Elizabeth followed behind planting the seedlings and bedding them in. She was short and slender, with long, honey colored hair and green eyes. When Angelus heard the horses, he looked up squinting against the sun as he recognized the Prince and armed escort. He turned to Elizabeth. "It's Prince Rupert my former patron, go to the house and pour out some jugs of ale to make them welcome." She nodded and made her way to the small, thatched farmhouse.

Rupert and his men trampled the seedlings under their horses hooves, Angelus scowled. " My Lord?"

"I blame you for this Angelus!" Rupert snapped. "If you'd done as you claimed that filthy scum would be dead."

Angelus looked confused. "M'Lord what's happened?"

"That bastard Spike has kidnapped Xander!"

"Xander? " He frowned. "How the fuck did he get hold of the boy?"

"He's going to marry Prince Hoffran's daughter, the Lady Anya. He was going to collect her and take gifts to her parents when those filthy rats led by Spike ambushed them. They have both Xander and the loot and they have the gall to ask a ransom for the boy!"

Angelus sighed. "My advice Sir is to pay the ransom. Spike is hard and ruthless but I don't imagine he'd harm the boy."

Rupert rode nearer. "You're not listening Angelus." He hissed. "They already have a fortune in the loot I was sending to Hoffran, now those maggots want more. If you'd done as you said and hung Spike, this wouldn't have happened!"

Angelus straightened. "With respect Sir," He tossed down the stick angrily. "if you hadn't promised them they could loot the City or kept your word when you did, none of this would have happened."

Rupert narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me how to run my affairs! The last fault lies with you! I want you to take command, get the boy back and kill
every man and woman of the filthy horde."

"With respect Sir, I've served m'time. I don't work for you any more."

"Really?" Rupert paused. "This is a nice little farm. I expect you've used most of your pay to buy livestock and seedlings, it would be a shame to lose it."

Angelus's jaw dropped.

"I gave you this farm, I can take it away." Rupert smirked. "Tell me Angelus, how would Elizabeth fair on the streets?"

Angelus looked incredulous. "You wouldn't."

"Come, come Angelus, you worked for me long enough to know I would."

Angelus cast a glance at his wife stood in the doorway of the farmhouse.

Rupert followed his gaze and then turned back to Angelus. "So what's it to be Captain? Your pretty wife or that filthy scum, will you finish what you started?"

Angelus sighed and nodded.
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