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.
After cleaning up, the two stayed curled together in the quiet darkness of Spike's
room. The vampire was tired. He had been up all night and after the sex, wanted
nothing more than to burrow in and sleep. Xander had other ideas. Xander wanted
"It's funny, isn't it Spike?"
"Hmm? What's that, Love?"
"You and me. All we did together in Sunnydale, then a year passes and suddenly,
here we are. Doin' other stuff together."
Spike threw and arm around the boy, embracing him, nuzzling his neck and hoping
to end this pratter.
With his back against Spike's chest and his face turned away, Xander was
overwhelmed with the need to bare his sole. He wanted Spike to know everything
that had happened before they went any further. Disgust could be contagious and
if Spike was going to catch what Xander was carrying for himself, it was better
now than later.
"Spike, can I tell you something?"
Spike yawned. He tried to stay awake and alert but it was a losing battle.
"Sure, Pet. You can tell me anything."
Xander entwined his fingers with Spike's and he jumped in before he could stop
and second guess himself. He knew that this might be the end. That maybe he
had done too much for Spike to forgive and forget, but the Scoobie in him demanded
"The last year has been a bad one, Spike. I have been through a lot and done things
I'm not proud of. After you and the girls left, I tried to carry on. I kept patrolling
but it got out of hand. Things went wrong and, well, let's just say I pissed a few
demons off. Long story short, my father was murdered by a demon and I got the
blame. I was in lock up but eventually they judged me innocent and I got out. By
then, I had lost everything. No one would hire me and I had no where else to go
so I came to the city. Please understand Spike. I was homeless. I was starving.
I had no way to survive so I sold the only thing I had left. Me. I sold me."
Xander waited but got no response. He had gambled and lost. He took the chance
Spike would understand and he had shocked the vampire into silence.
Squirming around till he was nose to nose with him, Xander tried again.
Xander snorted in relief and humor. His fuckin' vampire was asleep. He hadn't
heard a word of the whole sad tale of woe. Xander chuckled with relief and
eased out of bed. Unlike Spike, Xander was wide awake. He was rested, relaxed
and ready to wander beyond the security of the bedroom. Besides that, he was
suddenly hungry as hell.
Pulling on the sweats Spike had given him, Xander slipped out of the room. As
soon as he opened the door, he could hear the sound of voices laughing, joking
and pretend arguing coming from the huge area down the hall. Xander fought back
the feelings of inadequacy and marched toward the racket.
The minute his feet hit the threshold, the din and noise stopped. Every head
snapped his way, the hands that held game controllers froze and all mouths clamped
shut. All sets of eyes ping ponged from Xander to the hallway behind him looking
to see if the newcomer was alone.
Xander nervously wrung his hands together. He was just about ready to make
a hasty retreat when a voice from his left caught his attention.
"Hey, Xander. Come on in. Wow, you look great. You look 100% better.
I almost didn't recognize you. Guys, this is Xander."
A low cautious murmur of welcome came from the others as Andre jumped
to his feet and hurried to Xander's side. He threw his arm around Xander's
shoulder and led him into the center of the group.
Pointing around at the others, Andre made the introductions.
"That's Hunter. The one with the video game is Chris. The jerk that's beating
Chris is Steve. The disgusting one clipping his toenails is Tad. I think you
already know Beanie, and the others are Snake and Michael."
Xander smiled and nodded as each boy was named. He briefly wondered
where Jack was, but was secretly glad the trouble maker that had been
fucking HIS Spike was not there.
"Well, don't let me interrupt you. I was just going to go to the kitchen.
Would it be all right if I got a sandwich or something to eat?"
Beanie ran over and grabbed Xander's hand, tugging him away from Andre and
he pulled him toward the kitchen. It didn't take a genuis to know that Xander
was exempt from most of the rules they lived by.
"Yeah, sure. Come on, I'll bet Mrs. Gessel would fix you somethin' right away."
The others glanced amongst themselves. They knew they wouldn't dare ask
for food between meals. Somehow, though, they doubted that this one was
subject to the same restrictions so they waited to see what would happen.
In less than five minutes, they were stunned when Xander and Beanie both
came back out, each munching turkey sandwichs and drinking glasses of milk.
Xander got his by privilege, Beanie by the company he kept. No one else was
stupid enough to try.
Cheerfully, Xander dropped down onto an open spot on the sofa.
"So, what kinda games you got?"
Spike rubbed his face in the pillow, smelling the fading aroma of his boy. He
had slept like the dead after a rousing fuck that rattled his tonsils and curled his
toes. As his face wrinkled into a pout at the lack of body heat, realization
smacked him in the head and he jerked awake.
He was alone! Xander was not in the bed and from the lack of sound, he was
nowhere in the bedroom or bath. In a panic, Spike leaped from the bed, still
naked and he rushed from the room. As soon as his bare feet slid to a stop,
he heard the laughter and hoots of a competition.
It took only a second to locate Xander who was on the couch, the other boys
clustered around him and frantically tugging the controller of the Playstation
first one way and then the next, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth
and Michael to his left doing the same.
The others had taken sides and were cheering them on.
Spike quickly relaxed before realizing he was standing there buck naked and very
undignified. With a chuckle and his hands cupping his crotch, Spike backed out of the
lobby and returned to his room where he dressed with the speed of light.