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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 9/26 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17




Chapter: 9/26 + Epilogue

Rating NC17 Throughout

Angelus hated this, he hated leaving Elizabeth and their small farm, he hated being back in the service of a man he didn't respect and didn't like, but he had no choice. No matter what his mind and brain reasoned he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe some of the fault for Xander's predicament was his, if he hadn't shown mercy to Spike he wouldn't be here now; on the other hand the mercenary had saved his life, fought well and been poorly rewarded.

Angelus rode at the head of the column of heavily armed soldiers, his armor glinting dully in the pale light of the overcast day. Prince Rupert rode beside him and in amongst the soldiers trundled a wagon driven by Father Daniel laden with heavy sacks of grain to give the wagon weight and the illusion of carrying the ransom Spike had demanded; much against Angelus advice to pay up and be damned. All was carefully covered and hidden from view.

The soldiers had led them back to where they were ambushed near boarders of Prince Rupert's land and pointed out the direction the wagons had left. Angelus had cast around for tracks, but several days and heavy rain had obliterated any there were, so they rode blindly hoping to meet someone who'd seen the wagons pass.

From his vantage point it was Father Daniel first saw the small, sad funeral procession carrying the small casket of a child and walking in front a monk ringing a bell. "Plague! Plague!" He bellowed. "A victim of the plague. Move aside!" The soldiers scattered and he drove the wagon to the side. Each man crossed themselves.

Rupert watched the procession with narrowed eyes. "Wait! Halt!" The procession stopped. "There Captain, that girl." He pointed to one of the mourners. "I recognize the gown, it's one I sent to Hoffran."

Angelus vaulted off his horse and went to the girl. An older woman stepped forward as he grasped her arm. "No one is going to harm you girl, but tell me where you got the dress." The girl made no move to speak. He shook her a little impatiently. The older woman laid a hand on his arm. "She can't speak Sir, she's been dumb since birth." Angelus turned to the woman. "Do you know where she got the dress?" The woman nodded. "It's hardly a dress, more a rag. She found it on an old campsite about a mile North. There were other things too, looked like a group of wagons camped there."

Angelus took out a coin and pressed it into the girl's hand and then nodded to the woman. "Thank you." He swung into the saddle. "We ride North."

Over the next two days Xander learnt his place. As long as he didn't sass Spike and did as he was told the mercenary was remarkably amiable, only showing signs of irritation when he shrank from him and showed fear; Gunn largely ignored him and it was Drusilla who took him to her heart. She cooed and fussed over him, called him 'Spike's Puppy' and made sure he ate and when she saw him favoring his arm she tended it, under Spike's watchful gaze, pronouncing it bruised, sprained, muscles torn and anointing it with one of her remarkably soothing potions. She gave Xander extra for his abused anus. Xander liked her and suffered her attentions with good nature and genuine pleasure, which seemed to please both Spike and Gunn.

The other mercenaries ignored him and as long as he was near Spike, Gunn or even Drusilla they kept their distance. Forest cast him dark looks and more than once he felt Lindsey's eyes studying him but neither approached. His tasks were to do largely whatever Drusilla wanted of him, so he fetched and carried, tended the horses and the fire, listened to her stories of talking flowers and stars and of things the statue whispered to her.

At night Drusilla and Gunn took the wagon and he and Spike slept in a tent beside it wrapped in blankets and listened to their lovemaking. To Xander's relief, Spike made no further moves to touch him.

Angelus and the soldiers searched the campsite, one found a torn jerkin and took it to Angelus. When the Prince saw it he gasped and grabbed it grasping it to him. "Oh my poor son!" He said way too dramatically to fool Angelus. "This was his, that bastard tore it off him!"

Angelus took the jerkin, it did look as though it had been torn off. He liked the boy and he found his sympathy for Spike diminishing. "Don't worry Sir, if he's harmed the lad, he'll pay." He growled. They searched around for tracks and finding some, began to follow after the mercenaries.

Gunn, Jonathan and Andrew rode ahead of the wagons, searching for the smoothest ground and on the lookout for a place to stop and wait for the Prince to find them. Spike drove the lead wagon setting a good pace, Drusilla at his side cooing and petting the statue tied beside her and Xander bouncing around uncomfortably in the back. The other wagons followed with mounted mercenaries riding back and forth.

Seeing Spike occupied, Forest rode along side the wagon and jumped from his horse landing in the back. Xander opened his mouth to call out and a knife was pressed to his lips. "Scream boy and I'll cut your tongue out." He threatened. "Are you hungry?" Xander shook his head. "Too bad, I have something here for you to suck on." He began to unfasten his britches.

Spike turned round and scowled, if he interfered he would alert the other mercenaries that he cared about the boy. He scanned the distance and caught sight of the top of a castle, he heaved on the reins and the horses skidded to a halt falling back on their haunches. The second wagon swung to the side, narrowly missing them. He flung out an arm as Drusilla was catapulted forward and the statue swung loose. He heard a satisfying thump and curse as Forest was thrown off his feet, he turned smirking. "Alright there?"

Forest struggled to his feet. "Fuck you Spike what the Hell do you think your doing?" He snarled.

Andrew and Jonathan rode up. "What's wrong?", "What happened?"

Spike looked at the statue and then at Drusilla. "The statue moved again, isn't that right Dru?" Dru nodded. "That's right the statue moved." There was an echoing chorus amongst the mercenaries of, "The statue moved."

"It's pointing there," she added, scanning the horizon. "that must be where it wants us to stay."

Spike stood up. "There's a castle or something. If that's where the statue wants us to stay, then that's where we'll stay."

Xander looked up at him and frowned.
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