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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 19/26 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17




Chapter: 19/26 + Epilogue

Rating NC17 Throughout

A/N: This is Bubonic Plague, transimission was primarily through flea and rat bite, dogs and cats got it too. Person to person transmission was quite difficult and involved sharing of food, water and long term, close person to person contact. There were three distinct types of plague, this was the least virulent and survival rate was 40%. Septicemic and Pneumonic plague were more virulent, almost always fatal and Pneumonic was spread person to person. They made no distinction as to type and all were simply called 'plague' with associated terror.

Drusilla twirled around the great hall humming a tune to herself, Xander kept glancing at the door wondering what was going on outside. She stopped opposite the statue and gave a little pirouette. "I want to see the dungeons," she said suddenly. "take me." Xander looked at her. "I don't think that's a good idea, Spike said I should go to the bedchamber." He knew the cost of disobeying Spike. Drusilla pouted. "All castles have dungeons, I want to see this one," she clapped her hands gleefully. "perhaps there'll be skeletons."

"Dru, this is a small castle, chances are if there is a dungeon they use it for storing stuff, no skeletons." Xander tried to explain. Her eyes flashed. "If you don't take me," she pouted. "I'll tell Spike you were mean to me." Xander sighed, the one way to get on the wrong side of both Spike and Gunn was to upset Drusilla. Xander took a torch from the wall and held out his hand. Drusilla smiled. "Good puppy, there'll be treats for you," he took her hand. "Yeah sure, treats for puppy."

As he predicted the dungeon was small, consisting of one cell and a pair of manacles on the wall. The rest of the space was taken up with furniture, trunks of linens and large barrels of ale and smaller barrels of wine and mead. Sacks of flour and salt stood about, a barrel of apples, jars of spices and suspended from the rafters on hooks sides of salted beef and pork, braces of pheasant, rabbits and hares, strings of onions and garlic. Drusilla's disappointment was clear and when she insisted on trying out the cell, Xander made no move to stop her. He watched with feigned interest, worrying how things stood with Lindsey and what his fate was to be and it was then Xander noticed something odd. He carried the torch over to the end wall and began to examine it. Drusilla followed him.

Lindsey and Forest looked at one another, abruptly Spike stopped smiling and surged to his feet and stepped into Lindsey's personal space. "Are there any other suggestions you'd like to make?" Lindsey took a quick step back. "We're trapped here like rats, we can't leave." He said flatly.

"And they can't get in." Spike interrupted. "You've led us into a trap Spike," Lindsey snapped. "you've been so busy letting that boy lead you around by the cock you've trapped us all." Spike's hand darted out and his fingers curled into the front of Lindsey's jerkin. "No one is stopping you from leaving Lindsey, you can take your share of the spoils we've got and go anytime, take your chances with Angelus." He hissed, shoving Lindsey roughly from him and turning.

"It's hard to choose which of you is the bigger lap dog, you or the boy." Lindsey spat. Spike whirled. "Lap dog is it!" His hand lashed out and caught Lindsey across the face, he staggered but he didn't go down. He brought up his hand and wiped his bleeding lip. "You bastard!" He roared and lanched himself at Spike, Forest made to join in, but Gunn blocked his path shaking his head. "It's their fight," he growled as Forest backed down.

Lindsey grabbed Spike round the waist and both men sprawled on the ground. Spike threw him off and vaulted to his feet, he aimed a kick at Lindsey's head, but he rolled out of the way and scrambled up. Both men grabbed at each other, each fighting to gain the leverage to throw the other down. The mercenaries moved back to allow them room to fight. Despite Lindsey being the shorter they were well matched in speed and agility and both well muscled. For a time it seemed neither could gain the upper hand then Spike heaved Lindsey away and swung at him his fist connecting with a crack against Lindsey's jaw. Lindsey crashed to the ground and tried to crawl away as Spike grabbed at him. Spike leapt on top of him and they rolled around in the dirt cursing and grunting each fighting for dominance. As they fought Spike felt Lindsey grow hard and he smirked.

Spike'd known or some time Lindsey lusted after him, the heated looks, the way he brushed against him, always trying to get his attention even challenging him to get noticed. Lindsey was good looking and Spike even contemplated having some fun but truth was, he didn't like him. Lindsey was too sly and devious always looking for some edge, some advantage. Spike rolled him and pushed him face down and straddled him holding him down by the back of his neck, Lindsey stilled. Spike squirmed his hand underneath him and palmed is crotch feeling his hard cock. "This for me Lindsey?" Spike spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, silence fell. Lindsey squirmed and bucked, issuing a string of muffled curses. Spike yanked his head up by the hair. "Fuck you Spike!" He spat.

Spike chuckled. "You wish." He pushed his head down again and began to work at the fastenings of Lindsey's britches until he was able to curl his fingers round his hard cock and he began to pump him ruthlessly. Lindsey writhed and bucked, fought to free himself, but Spike held him easily. Soon Lindsey's cries of protest became moans and mewls of want and he began to thrust into Spike's hand. Around them the other mercenaries watched and muttered, Spike smirked. "Want it Linds? Want me to tear down your britches and bury myself balls deep in your ass? Thust so hard you'll feel it for a week and cum so deep you'll taste it?" Spike purred. Lindsey nodded an moaned, a few men chuckled. "Hot little bitch." Spike swiped his thumb over the head of Lindsey's cock and he stiffened and keened as he came spilling over Spike's hand. Spike pulled up his head by the hair and shoved his fingers dripping with cum in front of Lindsey's mouth. "Lick it slut, lick it off, all of it!" He commanded. Lindsey shook his head, Spike tightened his grip on his hair and tugged. Lindsey licked and sucked every finger clean.

Spike let go of his hair and stood up, he looked scornfully at Lindsey laid panting on the ground. "Now whose the lap dog, bitch?" He kicked lightly at Lindsey's leg. Lindsey levered himself up amid laughter from the mercenaries, even Forest and glared murderously at Spike. Spike ignored him and addressed the others. "We give the bastard until tomorrow to pay up and then if the boy needs to be hurt, I'll do it." There were murmurs and nods, Gunn frowned.

Spike turned on heel and went into the castle, Gunn followed. The fight had made Spike hard, he needed to fuck and he wanted the boy. Gunn caught his arm. "That might not have been wise Spike, Lindsey's dangerous." Spike gave an amused smile. "What's he going to do?"

"I'm just saying," Gunn paused. "and did you mean it about hurting the boy?" Spike shrugged. "Nothing permanent, just enough to make him yell loud enough so that bastard knows we mean business." Gunn sighed and shook his head. Spike began to stalk in the direction of the bedchamber, he had a boy to fuck, Gunn followed to collect Drusilla.
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