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
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 14/26 + Epilogue
Chapter: 14/26 + 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.'
Both Spike's eyebrows rose in surprise at the boy's declaration it gave him both a feeling of unexpected relief and wonder. Xander's mouth twitched at Spike's look of surprise. "I'm not completely stupid. I know if it hadn't been you, if the others had fucked me it would have been a lot worse," he said bluntly.
Spike nodded and stood abruptly reaching for the fastenings of his britches, Xander watched as completely uninhibited Spike dropped the britches and stepped out of them and kicked them away. His cock bobbed half hard as he stood on the tub edge and stepped in. Water slopped over the side and onto the floor, several candles went out and he took a lit one and used it to light the others.
He hissed at the warmth of the water. "It's nice, nice and warm," he glanced at the boy. "going to join me?" Xander nodded slightly and started to unfasten his jerkin. Spike leaned on the side of the tub, arms crossed and resting on the rim, watching him. "Need any help?" He grinned. Xander looked up. "No, no I'll do it myself," he paused. "this time." he added quickly. He felt uncomfortable under Spike's gaze, he ducked his head. "Without you watching, please." Spike snorted and turned around with quiet humor. Xander hadn't seen the mirror high on the wall, Spike had. He gazed at Xander's reflection and grew hard as the boy removed his jerkin revealing the broad, lightly, tanned chest and then sat on the table edge and removed his boots. Lastly with a glance at Spike to ensure he wasn't looking, he unfastened his britches and stepped out of them. Spike licked his lips as he watched the boy pad towards the tub, limp cock swaying from dark curls. His feet slapped on the stone and then he mounted the steps on the opposite side from Spike and stepped into the tub with a gentle splash and slopping of water.
The water came up to the middle of their chests. Spike turned round and gazed at the boy through the gently rising steam, candles flicked sending dancing shadows and a muted glow round the room. Xander lent back on the side of the tub, arms outstretched resting on the rim, watching Spike with a certain wariness. There was uncertainty flickered in his eyes and his stomach muscles fluttered, he felt nervous and excited, fearful and expectant at the same time, unsure of what he wanted and afraid he might get it.
Spike knew exactly what he wanted, his cock throbbed and his balls ached. His face slid into a seductive smile and his tongue curled behind his teeth. He looked at the boy through hooded eyes and moved toward him with a slow, languid grace and roll of the shoulders that hardly seemed to displace the water. Xander's eyes widened, his lips parted a little and his breathing hitched. Spike half expected the boy to bolt, large though it was there wasn't really room for Xander to go far in the tub; perhaps he would move around the side or attempt to dodge passed Spike into the middle or far side, he might even try to scramble out or scream and lash out at him, but Spike was confident he would catch him and subdue him without a problem.
Xander never moved, but Spike noticed his hands tighten their grip and knuckles turn white. Very deliberately, slowly Spike took charge, he placed this hands on the rim of the tub on either side of Xander's head so that the boy was trapped; escape would mean fighting Spike or ducking under his arm. He waited to see what the boy would do. He watched his eyes as they refused to meet his, Xander kept his gaze down either looking at his mouth or chin, they flickered with uncertainly and Spike watched the kaleidoscope of emotion pass through them and the tensing and relaxing of the jaw and he saw the moment the boy surrendered and relaxed and he moved in. Spike pressed his body against the boy's, he felt him gasp as he was pushed back hard against the side of the tub. Spike's hands cupped his face and slowly Spike leaned in and kissed him.
Xander had never experienced anything like it before, it was firm and possessive, scorched his lips and sent tingles down his spine to his balls, making his cock fill and his arms compulsively enfold Spike as he tried to pull him closer.
Spike nibbled at the seam of his mouth and obediently the lips parted, his tongue darted in and he truly tasted the boy for the first time. His tongue ran over the teeth and sort out every corner of the boy's mouth, before he deepened the kiss and dived down his throat making Xander gag a little. He pushed his thigh between Xander's legs and smiled to himself as the boy began to hump, rubbing his hard cock against it, he pushed against him letting his own hard cock grind against his hip. He broke off to let the boy breathe and took in the wide, astonished eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen lips and whimper at the loss of contact.
"I can feel you." Xander muttered breathlessly. Spike looked smug. "I bet you can." Xander's arms slipped from around him. "I want to see it." Spike grinned as the boy took a sharp intake of breath and bobbed down, coming up moments later and ducking his head. Spike pushed him back. "Spread your arms and hold the side, don't leave go or I'll stop." He purred. Xander did as he was told grasping the rim of the tub tightly. Spike grasped the side and jutted out his hips and brought their erect cocks together, they hissed and Spike moved slowly as the cocks rubbed and nudged against one another. Xander groaned and his head lolled back, Spike nibbled along the jaw and then kissed and nuzzled his neck, finally biting and sucking at the tender skin.
He brought his hands from the side and caressed the boys chest. "Soft," He muttered hoarsely. "Your skin is so soft." The boy moaned and then keened as Spike grasped his nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted cruelly, painfully. Xander's head jerked up and his eyes opened wide. "Fuck Spike!" Spike chuckled and licked at each abused nipple till the boy was moaning and tossing his head. He dropped one hand to cup the boys balls as if he was weighing them in his palm, rolling them gently. The boy thrust sharply and panted for breath. "Good boy," Spike praised. "are you my sweet little bitch, boy?" Spike purred seductively. "My puppy, mine to mount, mine to fuck till you scream?" Xander mewled and nodded his head. "Say it Little Prince." Spike prompted. "Say you're my bitch."
Xander gasped, hearing himself called a bitch, Spike's bitch sent a jolt of lightning through him and made his whole body tingle. "I, I'm your little bitch, only yours." He whispered. Spike smirked triumphantly and the words snaked through him and went straight to his hard cock and heavy balls, his cock throbbed and his balls drew up. He growled, grasping one of the boy's ass cheeks with the fingers of one hand while the fingers of the other encircled both cocks and began to strip them. He knew neither of them would last long, he pulled back the foreskins and swept his thumb over the mushroom heads.
Xander's head lolled and he moaned and mewled constantly, till he shuddered and tensed, jerked violently and came with a sob. Milky ropes of cum drifted through the water. Spike gripped his own cock and his hand moved quicker, harder until he tensed, his face contorted and he thrust erratically, ropes of cum splashed over Xander's stomach, marking him as Spike's and drifted away in the water. Panting, Spike slumped against Xander's chest and their heart's pounded in unison.