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.
Spike helped the shivering, cold and emaciated boy out of the shower. He
carefully dried him off, being mindful not to press to firmly on any of the areas of
his body that were still sore and tender, which was nearly everywhere.
He then helped him into the sweats and lightly swatted his rump to send him on
into the bedroom. When he got there, Xander called back to him.
"Hey, Spike, look. There's food in here."
Spike casually strolled in naked as he continued ruffling a small towel through his
wet hair. He saw the large tray that had been set up on the side table and could
smell the warm heady aroma that was drifting off of it.
When Spike lifted the lid, Xander groaned at the sight of the roasted chicken
with red pepper sauce and large baked potatoes. He was less interested in the
mixed vegetables on the side but, no problem, those could be scooted away
before their nutrients contaminated the real food.
"Looks lovely, doesn't it? Mrs. Gessel is an excellent cook. Say, Pet, be a love
and run back to the bathroom to get a dry towel. I'm still a bit wet and I don't
want to sit on the chair."
Xander frowned. His instincts told him not to leave the food. His experience
warned him that if he left it, it might disappear, but, no, he trusted Spike. Spike had
no reason to trick him, so he nodded and hurried away. As soon as he was out
of sight, Spike raked a razor sharp fingernail across his wrist and allowed several
drops of blood to fall into Xander's food. It blended perfectly with the red pepper
sauce and effectively disappeared.
Spike knew the blood would continue the rapid healing of Xander's body and also
serve to feed an emotional bond between them. He didn't like deceiving the boy
but Spike realized that humans seldom knew what was good for them.
Luckily, Xander had Spike now.
He would take over and make sure his boy was well cared for.
Within seconds, Xander was back. He moaned and waited impatiently while
Spike spread out the dry towel and dished up a large portion of the food to
hand to him. Xander literally drooled as he dove in.
"Easy, Xan. Your stomach isn't used to a heavy meal. Don't make yourself sick."
Xander grunted an unintelligible response, waved his knife in the air, nodded and
continued to eat. He used his fork to shove the vegetables aside and gobbled the potato.
Spike waved his own utensil in the boy's face.
"Vegetables too! I want to see every carrot and green bean gone."
Xander scowled but complied. Soon the plate was clean and he sighed as he sat
back and laid down the knife and fork he had wielded like a weapon. Spike snorted.
No demon had ever been as vigorously defeated as that chicken had.
Xander rubbed his belly and smiled.
"Yeah. The sauce had a funny undertaste but I liked it. Actually, I liked it a lot."
"Mrs. Gessel can do amazing things to a chicken. Tell you what, you can thank her
yourself. After I dress why don't we go out and watch a bit of telly, maybe find a
game or a movie that would interest you."
Xander hesitated. He felt like a stray cat that one of the boys had found in a garbage
can and dragged home. His injuries had healed considerably over the past few
days but he knew he still looked like shit and he was ashamed.
"Ah, nah. I think I'll just stay in here."
Spike frowned and wondered what the hell was in the boy's brain this time.
Xander looked down, avoiding the vampire's stare and shrugged.
"I met Beanie and Andre is great, really great, but I don't think I'm up to
diving in to a whole house full of strange guys right now."
Xander wasn't sure why he failed to mention his meeting with Jack, but he
wanted to work some things out on that front first.
Spike rose and began collecting and stacking dirty dishes, placing them back
on the serving tray.
"No problem, Love. It's late, all the other boys will still be out. It will be just
you and I."
Xander scratched the itchy, healing stitches on his scalp.
"Still out? This late? Out where?"
Spike smiled innocently.
"Just out. Young boys go out in the evening. They have friends, jobs, mischief
they get up to. Then they come home and go to bed."
Xander beamed. It all sounded so wonderful. So normal. He couldn't
wait to be part of it and especially with Spike by his side.
The rest of the evening was one of the best Xander could ever remember. Spike
took him on a quick tour of the old hotel. He got an idea of the layout, the size
and the feel of the house. He also got a chance to see Spike in this new context.
This was a very different Spike than he had known in Sunnydale. Calmer, more
organized and detail driven.
For some reason, what struck him as the most unsettling part was the fact that this
had been Angel's place and Spike had bought it from him. Xander hated the idea
of Angel and Spike being here together.
As the walk through continued, Xander could easily see that Spike was in charge
here and he hoped the boys who lived in Hope House knew how lucky they were.
Xander was very aware of how fortunate he was and he made a promise to himself
that he would never lie to Spike.
He wanted their relationship to be open and honest and because of that, he decided
to broach the subject of Jack.
"Um, Spike, can I ask you something?"
They had just arrived back downstairs in the lobby and Spike had him by the hand
leading him to sit down on the huge leather sofa.
"Of course, Pet. Anything."
"Well, like I said, I met Beanie and Andre is great, really great....."
"Yes, I get that you think Andre is the cat's arse."
Xander chuckled at the jealous tone in Spike's voice.
"ANYWAY, I also met someone called Jack and....."
Spike jumped to his feet, his eyes flashing yellow and his fist clenching.
"JACK? You talked to that fuckin' Jack? You need to stay the fuck away from
that Goddamn son of a bitch! You hear me, Boy?"
Xander's blood turned cold as the fear rock settled in the pit of his stomach.
Whatever the story was between Spike and Jack, it was not one with a happy ending.
Xander felt as though he had wandered too far into the field and just stepped on a