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.
Suddenly the worm had turned and Jack was no longer playing. Panic and reality
had him by the throat and he knew he needed to get free and run like hell or die.
"What the fuck are you talking about? What did he say? When did he tell
you that I wasn't coming back?"
Xander could hear the change in Jack's voice. Now, there was no doubt that Jack's
fear was real. There was no faking the terror that caused it to crack and quiver with
emotion as he spoke.
He should have taken pleasure in gaining the upper hand, but Xander apparently
still had a good dose of Scoobie left inside him and his need to rescue oozed to
"At supper tonight he said that you had moved on and weren't coming back.
He gave me your spot at the table. Why would he say that Jack? What does
Jack was now frantically trying to free himself as the cuffs cut into the flesh
of his wrists and ankles, leaving raised red welts.
"It means I'm a goner. I'm dead meat, you fucking moron. You don't know
him! You don't know what he is capable of. He's a goddamn vampire for fuck's
sake! You gotta do something! You gotta help me!"
Xander decided right there and then that all the stuff Jack had told him about
why he was brought to Hope House and the business about Spike pimping out
the other boys for his own profit was secondary. It may be true, it may be pure
turds on toast but right now, Xander wasn't sure what all an unchipped Spike was
capable of and that uncertainty made him nervous.
"Look. Straight up. No more bullshit. You tell me the truth and I promise I
will try to help. Are you saying Spike is going to kill you?"
Jack shook his head violently. His eyes watered and his nose ran.
"No. Worse. Last time I fucked up, Spike pimped my ass to Wendell and he
really fucked me up. He told me if I screwed up again he would let Wendell
keep me. Oh, God! I think he is planning to sell me to Wendell. Permanently."
Xander rubbed his hand over the back of his neck.
"Wendell? Who the fuck is Wendell."
"Look, Xander, I know you probably won't believe me but there really are monsters
and demons in the world. Master Spike is a real vampire and so are a lot of our
customers. Wendell is a demon. When he fucks you, his cock goes in your ass then
it grows long like a snake. It squirms up in to your body and your colon. If you're
smart, you don't move. If you're lucky, he cums quick. If not, he keeps fucking
till he tears you up inside. Then, to make matters worse, when he does cum, his fucking
nut sac swells up like a fucking blowfish and shoots prickly little barbs out that stick in
your ass and balls."
Xander felt his stomach roll over at the mental picture as he tried to flip through the
catalog of demons in his brain that fit that description but came up blank. None
of his patrols through the hellmouth cemeteries ever uncovered anything like that
that he knew of. Thank God.
"What kind? What kind of demon is he?"
Jack spit the word out as though it were coated with bile.
"Wendeego. Wendell is a Wendeego demon."
The word slapped him across the face with it's force. Xander was dumbfounded
as he took a stumbling step backward. The very demon who had ruined his life was
here. He had all but given up on his hope for revenge when the opportunity was
tossed directly in his lap. The world was a small fucking place after all.
Immediately, he began formulating a plan.
"O.k. I'll help but not for you. I'm doing it for reasons of my own. Now, first
I have to get you free. Do you know where Spike keeps the keys to these chains?"
Jack nodded his head so violently, his teeth rattled together.
"They are in his pants pocket. He always carries his key chain with him. Listen,
this is what you need to do. Stake him! Get a piece of sharp wood and shove it
through the bastard's black, dead heart. I know you think that sounds very
Bela Lagosi, but I promise it will work. After he turns to dust, get the keys and
let me loose. Do it quick! I don't have time to waste!"
Xander was still confused on a lot of issues, but he was positive about one. He
would never stake Spike. However this ends, he would stay with Spike and
stand by him if Spike would still have him. Xander refused to believe that the disabling
of the chip could completely alter his personality. Xander knew Spike. He had spent
years with him and even in the beginning, before the Initiative rammed that electronic
device in his brain, Spike was more bluster than ruthless killer.
No, Xander would die before staking his vampire.
But none of that was information Jack needed to know.
Decision made. Xander would get the keys and free Jack. He would then kill the
Wendeego and lastly straighten Spike out on this prostitution business.
Suddenly, Xander felt better than he had in months. Stronger and more confident.
He had a reason to live. He was finally a white knight again.
"Leave it to me. When does Mrs. Gessel come up here? Does she have keys?"
Jack tried to think.
"Um, three times a day to feed me and let me use the bed pan. No, she never
unlocks me. Only Spike has a key. STAKE HIM, XANDER!"
Xander ran his hands through his hair roughly as Jack continued to shout orders
about wooden weapons and explecitives concerning orally gratified vampires.
He was trying to perfect the details in his mond but he couldn't think with Jack
running his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up and let me think!"
Jack watched as his only hope paced the room, mumbling and pounding his fist
into his palm. He wondered if the boy understood anything and if he really believed
in demons and monsters. 'Fuck' He thought. 'I'm so screwed.'
Finally Xander stopped moving and he turned back to the bed. His expression was
now set in determination.
"Fine. At sun up, Spike and the boys will go to bed. I will wait till after he falls asleep
and I will swipe his keys. After Mrs. Gessel gives you breakfast, I will slip up and
unlock you. I'll bring you some pants and a shirt. You will have to run. Get out of
the house and run like hell. Don't let her suspect anything."
Jack felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was so grateful he would have kissed
Xander if he could.
"No, I won't. I promise. I'll wait for you. Please, Xander, don't let me down
and stay away from the fucking basement. That's how Wendell gets in. That's
where he will be. He will be in the basement."
Xander calmly walked to the door where he stopped and looked back.
"I won't forget. I promise. I'll be back."