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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 20/26 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17




Chapter: 20/26 + Epilogue

Rating NC17 Throughout

Lindsey was seething with anger and resentment, Spike had made a fool of him in front of everyone, made him moan and mewl like a bitch in heat, even Forest had laughed. He found a quiet place to think and plot Maybe Spike was right, it was time he left but on the way he could perhaps make sure that Spike never left the castle alive. He looked forward to nightfall.

Spike was horny, the fight with Lindsey had left him hard and aching, he hurried to the bedchamber, Gunn following behind. He opened the door expecting to see both Xander and Drusilla, all that greeted him was the empty room. For a moment he didn't register what was going on, the boy knew him well enough now to do as he was told even if Dru sometimes went her own way and there was nothing to be done about that, he frowned. Gunn crowded in behind him. "Where are they?" He questioned.

"How the fuck should I know!" Spike snapped, Gunn raised an eyebrow in surprise. Spike brushed passed him. "Take it easy Spike," he said calmly. "they can't be far."

"I told the boy to come straight here damn him, he needs to learn to do as he's told." He growled. Spike strode back to the great hall. Gunn sighed. "Dru's probably got him playing one of her games." Spike grunted. A serving maid went passed, Spike grabbed her arm. "Slender, dark woman and the boy, you seen them?" He demanded. The girl shook her head. "No master, not seen anyone but you." Spike released her and she hurried away. Spike snorted. "We'd better search." Gunn looked worried. "If he's hurt Dru." Spike rolled his eyes. "Boy's not capable of hurting anyone, 'sides he likes Dru." Gunn nodded. They began to search calling out for the missing pair.

It was thirst finally drove Angelus from his tent. He was still weak and his head pounded but the fever and excruciating pain were gone. He staggered to the tent flap and all but fell through it. He swayed on his feet squinting in the late afternoon sun. He looked around, at first not really registering that the camp was deserted. He saw a stout sick and shuffled over to it and picked it up, using it to lean on. His head began to ease a bit and he took in the scene. Where were they? Even if the soldiers were engaged watching or laying siege to the castle, there ought to be someone in the camp The tents were empty, fires out, the horses except his and five others, gone. It dawned on him that perhaps they'd just left leaving him to die or survive by his own hand, he quite believed the Prince capable of it and what of Xander? Had he been rescued, was he still a prisoner, what? A shudder went through his body and he leaned heavily on the stick, in the distance he heard mumbled voices, he turned squinting.

Drusilla and Xander made their way up the twisting stone steps from the dungeon. Above them they could hear Spike and Gunn shouting their names, Xander registered that Spike sounded far from pleased and thoughts of telling him what he'd found fled on a wave of fear. They came out in the great hall, and Xander was thankful that Spike wasn't there. He replaced the torch and noted the shouts and echoing footsteps getting nearer, he moved closer to Drusilla hoping that her proximity might in some way mute Spike's obvious anger.

As Spike stormed into the room closely followed by Gunn, Xander ducked his head in instinctual submission. Spike saw him and reached him in four strides, he grabbed him firmly by the back of the neck, his fingers biting in and leaving bruises. "Where the fuck have you been boy?" He growled. " I told you to go straight to the bedchamber!" Before he could answer Drusilla darted forward and laid a hand on Spike's arm. "Puppy showed me the dungeons," She pouted. "but there weren't any skeletons, just onions." Spike frowned that was cryptic even for Drusilla, he forced a smile and still holding Xander firmly, cupped her cheek with his free hand. "That's nice pet, we'll try and find you some skeletons." He glanced at Gunn and he caught Drusilla by the waist and swung her round. "C'mon princess," He grinned. "You can tell me all about it." Spike glared at Xander and gave him a sharp shake that rattled his teeth. "I thought you'd learned to do as you were told." He hissed. "But Dru wanted to.." Xander protested.

"Dru has her fancies, you should have put her off and done as you were told instead of making me look for you." Spike released his neck and gave him a rough shove. "Get along to the bedchamber." He ordered. Xander stumbled ahead of him as Spike herded him along.

Graham returned to camp with two soldiers, leaving two watching the castle incase the mercenaries tried something or left, they'd eat, rest and then change over. When he saw Angelus leaning on his stick he gasped. "Captain, you're alive!" All three men darted forward and ushered Angelus to a seat on a log. Within minutes a fire was lit and water brought for him to drink. Angelus coughed and spluttered at first and then drank deeply. Sated he looked at the Lieutenant . He spoke hoarsely. "What's happened? Where is everyone? Is the young prince safe?"

Graham sighed and quickly began to tell him what had happened. Angelus groaned when he heard that the Prince had gone for reinforcements. The longer Xander stayed in the mercenaries clutches, the greater the chance that he'd be seriously hurt or killed, not so much by Spike, but by one of the others. He nodded when he heard of the mass desertion, he couldn't really blame the men, the Prince did little to inspire loyalty and the chance of taking plague home to their families was a huge risk. As for going to Hoffran for help, that could take days to persuade the Prince to send soldiers and it wasn't really his affair, it could be a lost cause. Angelus shook his head, for now it looked like they'd reached an impasse, unless he could convince Spike to part with the boy; perhaps if he warned Spike that Hoffran was sending heavy forces Spike might be persuaded, especially if he offered to let them go on their way unmolested.

The darkness of early evening fell, there was cursing and the noise of a scuffle in the undergrowth and the two soldiers appeared dragging a struggling third man between them, holding a white shirt. They dragged him in front of the Captain and Lieutenant, forcing him to his knees. Angelus looked down and frowned. "What the Devil, Lindsey?"
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