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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 13/26 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17




Chapter: 13/26 + Epilogue

Rating NC17 Throughout


A/N: The Fae does not subscribe to the theory that Xander would form an attachment to Spike simply because it's Spike, nor that it is logical for Xander to fall in love with his rapist/captor. However Stockholm Syndrome is very real and it is offered as an initial reason for Xander's emotional shift toward Spike:

'The Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological shift that occurs in captives when they are threatened gravely but shown acts of kindness by their captors. Captives who exhibit the syndrome tend to sympathize with and think highly of their captors, at times believing that the captors are showing them favor stemming from inherent kindness. Such captives fail to recognize that their captors' choices are essentially self-serving. When subjected to captivity, these captives can develop a strong bond with their captors, in some cases including a sexual interest.'



"You need it you filthy swine!" Darla laughed. Spike studied the rest of the mercenaries. They were in a good mood and attitudes towards Xander had mellowed somewhat with his help in gaining entry to the castle, now might be a good time to stake claim to the boy, he reasoned. He stood abruptly, pushing back his chair and he began to walk round the table toward Xander, laughter died away and silence fell, all eyes tracked him. Lindsey glanced at Forest who scowled. Spike stopped next to Xander's chair and held his hand out to him.

Xander felt his stomach tie in knots and his heart pound. He looked nervously round the table as Spike waited for him. He knew that if he took Spike's hand he was submitting, giving himself up to the mercy of the mercenary, he hesitated but only for a few seconds, slowly he stood and extended his hand, Spike grasped it. Lars and Sommer looked at each other. "Well will you look at that." Sommer muttered. Andrew stood up and raised his goblet. "To the lovers," he toasted. Gunn gave a concerned look at Drusilla, but she was smiling. Jonathan and Willow stood, Gunn and Drusilla stood and one or two others. "To the lovers." They chorused and hand in hand Spike and Xander began to walk after the maid.

Forest leapt up overturning his chair with a clatter. "Where he goes, I go!" He grabbed Xander round the waist and pulled him back. Spike spun round and began to circle Xander and Forest. Forest turned so that he was always facing Spike, dragging Xander with him, Xander felt a bit like a bone between two starving dogs.

Spike spoke calmly. "There's only room in the tub for two, Forest." Forest sneered. "Then we'll bath first and you can bathe after us."

Spike shrugged. "Fine," he moved to sit down. Forest released his hold on Xander giving him a sharp shove in the direction of the maid, he turned his back on Spike, that was his mistake. Spike's arm encircled his neck and he was heaved backward onto the table, food scattered and wine spilt. Mercenaries leapt to their feet. Spike grabbed one wrist and pinned it to the table with a knife through his sleeve, Gunn grabbed the other one did the same. Spike laid on him with all his weight and stroked his hair, mercenaries gathered round. "Someone needs a lesson," he purred. Xander stood to the side, eyes wide and heart thumping.

Gunn grinned. "Yes indeed. Who led us here?"

"Spike." Forest replied.

"And who got us in this castle?" Gunn questioned.

"Fucking Spike!" Forest hissed.

Spike raised an eyebrow. "And who gets the boy?"

"Spike." Forest sneered.

Gunn laughed. "Congratulations." Spike grinned and patted Forest's head with patronizing benevolance. "Good thinking, but don't get too smart." Spike stood back and Forest pulled himself free and stood up. He saw everyone looking at him and he threw his head back and forced a laugh, changing it to a glare as Spike and Xander followed the maid.

The bathroom had a stone floor with a drain set into it. A shelf ran round the room on which stood candles. The room was dominated by a large, deep, round, wooden tub filled to within six inches of the top with steaming water, and bung at the bottom could be removed to allow it to drain. Steps led up to the top of the tub and the sides were about six inches thick, short candles were dotted at intervals round the rim. There were wash rags and cakes of fatty soap. A table was laid with fresh male clothing a doublet, hose and codpiece in white with silver trim and hose codpiece in white and a doublet of brown and white. There were soft, woolen towels and a fire blazed in the hearth.

The maid showed them in and left them. Spike locked the door but made a show of leaving the key, this time the choice to stay or go was Xander's. He ignored the boy and crossed to the steps up to the tub, sat down and began to pull off his boot. Xander stayed by the door watching him warily, arms folded around his body. Spike glanced up. "You just going to stand there? Water'll get cold." He went back to peeling off his boot. Xander grunted, but didn't move.

Spike sighed. "It's up to you Little Prince, go or stay, bathe or watch me," He looked up. "but bear in mind Forest and the others are still out there." Xander glanced behind him and took a couple of steps into the room then stopped. Spike's lips twitched, so that's it then I'm the lesser of two evils. Spike pulled off the boot and let it fall with a thud. Xander flinched.

Xander gazed at Spike, leaving the key in the door, giving him a choice to go or stay was unexpected and Xander wasn't sure he meant it, besides Spike was right, Forest was still out there. Xander was confused about his feelings toward Spike, on the one hand this was the man who'd raped him, on the other he'd also protected him and awoken in Xander feelings and sensations he'd not felt before. He wanted to hate him, but somehow he couldn't.

Spike took off his other boot and let it fall. He stood and peeled off his jerkin pulling it over his head. Xander looked, really looked at Spike for the first time and his eyes widened a little. Spike was almost perfect, slender and muscled with pale almost hairless skin, light blond hair swept back, darker eyebrows and lashes, pale, piercing blue eyes, high, sharp cheekbones, and a pink, full mouth. A slender neck met angular shoulders, a muscular chest with dusky pink nipples, flat abdomen and down to a slim waist, narrow hips and powerful thighs.

Spike turned his back and Xander gasped, his back was a lattice work of narrow, silver scars some tinged with pink running from his neck and disappearing under the waistband of his britches. Spike half turned, frowning. "What's the matter?" Xander took a step forward and pointed, brow furrowed. "You, you've been whipped?" His voice quivered.

Spike shrugged. "Oh that, it was a long time ago," he answered flatly.

Xander took a step nearer. "Who, when, why?" The words tumbled from his lips.

Spike sat on the edge of the tub, Xander had moved to stand in front of him almost within touching distance listening intently; Spike noted with some satisfaction that the boy was no longer hugging himself protectively. He related his tale and when he finished he waited for Xander's reaction. The boy seemed to be giving his response some thought, he looked at Spike and said quietly. "I'm sorry."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Don't be sorry for me Little Prince, I like fighting and I'm good at it and there's some satisfaction in making bastards like your father pay through the nose for a skill they need but don't have."

Xander ducked his head. "I meant I'm sorry you were whipped."

Spike frowned a little, he dropped his voice. "Bad things happen Xander, I couldn't prevent my whipping anymore than you could prevent..." He left the sentence unfinished. "But we survive, your father will pay the ransom, you'll go home, marry your princess and in a few years forget this ever happened." Xander shook his head. "He won't let you get away with the ransom," he looked at Spike. "he'll hunt you down," he paused. "and I'll never forget."

Spike gave a heavy sigh. "Then we'll have to be smarter than he is and I won't say I'm sorry for saving your life, but I understand if you hate me."

Xander lifted his head abruptly and looked Spike in the eye. "I don't hate you," he declared.
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