bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Hope House

Author: BmblBee
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.

When Spike saw the flash of fear in Xander's eyes, he immediately calmed himself.
He sat back on the sofa and took both Xander's hands in his, tugging him down beside
him and scooching them together. His voice went soft and the tone turned light.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell and frighten you. Listen to me, Pet, Jack is a
trouble maker. You need to stay away from him and don't believe anything he
says, yeah?"

Xander stared into the clear blue eyes and searched for the truth. In the weakness
of the moment, he had completely turned himself over to Spike, offering all he was and
trusting his old friend unquestioningly. Now his brain was clearer and he needed some
answers before they went any further.

"But why would he lie to me. He doesn't even know me. And there's something
else. He had marks, bite marks on his neck. He said you did that. He said you
use the boys for feed and....... sex."

On the last word, Xander blushed and looked away.

Spike again fought the urge to tear out Jack's tongue and shove it up his butt.
If he thought Wendell was bad, his punishment for this violation would be hell.

"He knows you are special to me and he is trying to get rid of you. A good rule
of thumb with Jack is that anytime his lips move, you can assume he is lying.
Ignore him, Xan. Jack is just jealous."

"Jealous? Why would......."
Xander's eyes grew big as the realization hit it's mark.

"You were sleeping with him! Jack is your boyfriend and my being here has
come between you. I .......OH, MY, GOD! The teeth marks! You have sex
with him and you bite him! You are supposed to be taking care of these boys
and you are fucking one of them. Are you in love? Is my being here spoiling that?"

Even as he asked the question, Xander knew he did not want to hear Spike's
explanations. All the joy and hope that had filled his heart instantly evaporated.
Jumping to his feet, Xander stepped back and crossed his arms protectively
around himself.

The chicken that was lying heavy on his stomach now threatened to retrace it's
path and spew out all over the floor. His heart was pounding and he turned to
run. In a flash, Spike grabbed his wrist. This time he didn't care if he added to
Xander's bruises.

"Xander! Sit down and stop it! Don't I at least deserve a chance to explain or
are you ready to condemn me? Isn't any criminal innocent until proven guilty?"

Xander paused. After his incarceration in the lovely Sunnydale county jail. Xander
knew first hand how important it was for the innocent to be heard. He wanted to be
fair and after all Spike had done for him, he deserved the chance to explain.
Reluctantly, he sat and Spike released his grip. Turning to fully face the boy, Spike
placed his hands on Xander's knees and he spoke gently.

"That's better. Now, the fact is that yes, Jack and I had a brief fling. It was no
relationship although Jack tried to make it one. The boys that live here are not
children, Xander. I am NOT a pedophile. They are young men, all of legal age."

Xander felt slightly better and allowed himself to glance into Spike's face
to gauge the truth before again looking away.

"Is Jack in love with you? Is that why he tried to get me to leave?"

"Jack is in love with power and control. He thinks if he is in my bed, he has
some authority over the others in the house and he doesn't have to pull his own
weight around here. Getting involved with him was a big mistake but it has been
over for some time. He doesn't know about our past together, he just knows that
you are special to me. He is afraid you will replace him."

Bolstered by the freedom of flowing information, Xander wanted all the points
cleared up between them and each reassuring answer Spike had gave Xander
the courage to ask the next question.

"What about the teeth marks? Do they all know you are a vampire? Do you bite
them? How can you? Is the chip gone? Did you bite Jack? Are you killing again?"

"Xander, Xander, slow down. LA is full of demons and they are not as
undercover as they are in smaller towns like Sunnydale. All the boys know exactly
what I am. I don't hide it. Yes, I bit Jack. I told you, we were having sex and
for a vampire, that is part of it."

Xander tried to ignore the heated stirring in his pants at the thought of being bitten
while he and Spike were rolling in the sheets. He was pleasantly surprised to see
that this time there was no pain accompanying the slight increase in southern blood
flow. He was torn between exploring this new revelation and staying on task.
Reluctantly, he chose the latter.

"The chip?"

Spike smelled the hormonal shift and knowing the last dose of his blood had all but
completed the internal healing, Spike decided this conversation needed to be
wrapped up.

"When I first arrived in town, a year ago, I found a doctor and had the chip removed.
It seems that Riley was lying when he told Buffy that once inserted, the chip could
never be disabled. It was a relatively simple procedure."

"Are you killing? Are you feeding off humans?"

"I'm still here, Xander. I haven't starved to death. I supplement with bagged blood
supplied by the local Red Cross, but, yes, I feed. Like any other product, fresh
blood is a commodity that can be readily purchased here in the city. It is big business.
People who are willing to be bitten for a price. It is a nice little income for them
and an easy meal for me. Is that any different than you buying a carry out meal from
McDonalds? You always were quick to believe the worst about me, Xan. I find
it odd that you haven't ask as many questions about the soul."

Xander was horrified. He was ashamed of himself for reverting to his superior
judgmental ways. Had the life he had experienced over the course of the past year
taught him nothing? Everything Spike said made perfect sense and Xander hoped
Spike could forgive him for his mistrust.

"Spike, I'm so sorry. You're right. I have no right to act so arrogant. Not after
all the things I've done. I've been in LA for six months, Spike. Do you want to
know what I've been doing here? How I have been surviving?"

Spike looked Xander in the eye. His gaze contained no criticism or disaproval.
There was only the soft blue of patience and understanding.

"No. I don't. I can see the evidence all over your body and hearing the details
will not make either one of us feel any better. Now, I think we have had about
enough True Confessions for one night. Why don't I hook up the Playstation
and we'll see which of us can kill the most vampires, yes?"

Xander grinned. His mood had spun in a 360 and he was back to happy,
hopeful and content. He had seen problems where there were none and all
Spike's explainations made perfect sense. He also knew Spike had been right
about Jack. He was a liar and a troublemaker and Xander would tell him so
the first chance he had.
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