Title: HOPE HOUSE
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.
Xander laid quietly in the soft, rumpled bed. The pungent odor of old sex
hung like a cloud in the air and his body heat warmed them both.
Gently, he rolled over so that he could look into the relaxed, sleeping face of the
vicious vampire beside him. Xander grinned when something tickled Spike's nose
and it wriggled like a bunny.
The room was dim from the pulled shades and the heavy blackout curtains but
Xander knew it was still light out. He had gone on to bed after their wank/suck
session, exhausted, but Spike had stayed up. Xander knew it was to see the
boys as they came in at dawn, but he wasn't ready for that discussion. If this was
to be their last day together, he didn't want to argue.
When he was certain Spike was sound asleep, Xander eased himself out of the
bed. He carefully slipped his hand into the front pocket of the small black jeans
that lay in a heap on the floor. It amazed him that Spike was able to squeeze a
dime in those tight pants let alone a whole ring of keys.
He gripped the keys firmly in his hand to prevent their jingling together and he stared
at the sleeping vampire to make sure he haden't heard. Then, he picked his own pants
and shirt up and gingerly backed out of the room, gently pulling the door behind him
and cringing at the almost inaudible 'click' as it closed.
When he was safely out, he knew time was short and he had a lot to do. With sure,
steady hands, he dressed and tucked the keys in his own trouser pocket. He then
hurried into the lobby area and over to the small desk the boys used for writing
letters. He pulled out a sheet of paper and penned a letter addressed to Spike.
He tried not to think about the words as he scribbled them or how Spike would
feel when he read them. Contemplation took time and that was something he did
not have in abundance. With the letter complete, he dropped it on the coffee
table and tip toed over to the kitchen door where he pressed his ear to listen.
When he heard Mrs. Gessel puttering around, clattering plates and pots and pans,
he knew now was the time.
He hurried back to the couch and flipped up the center cushion to retrieve the
sweat pants and t-shirt he had hidden there earlier. He tucked them under
his arm and for a second, he paused.
Once he took this next step, there was no going back.
With a quick nod of his head, Xander bolted up the stairs. He was certain that all
the boys on the second floor would still be asleep, but he didn't risk waking them by
checking. He rushed silently down the hallway to the small door way at the end that
would lead up to the attic and he lifted the metal latch.
Despite regretting the betrayal, there was no denying that Xander felt charged.
He was more alive than he had been in the entire last horrible year. He felt like
the old Xander. He felt like a Scoobie on a mission and it buzzed through his body
like a hornet's nest.
Leaping the short attic steps two at a time, he reached for the knob of the room
at the top. Relieved to find it unlocked, he opened the door and slipped inside.
Xander held his finger to his lips as he hurried to the side of the bed. Wasting no
time he went about the task of finding the key that fit each lock and began to free
Jack from his restraints, all the time filling the boy in on the plan of escape.
"Listen carefully, as soon as I get you free, I'm going to go. You stay here. I am
leaving the house and have made sure that as soon as Spike wakes up, he will
come to look for me. I am also pretty sure that he will have all the other boys,
and hopefully Mrs. Gessel, out there too. That will leave the house empty. As
soon as that happens, you need to get the hell out. And I mean out - out! Out
of the house, out of the city, possibly, out of the state. Just fuckin' disappear.
Jack hustled to jerk the cuffs and chains off himself before stretching out his sore,
aching muscles. He rubbed his wrists briskly to restore the sluggish circulation.
"I understand. Shit, Xander, you're the best. I don't know how I can ever thank
you. Nobody has ever put themselves on the line for me before. Damn..."
Jack was too choked up to go on and Xander flushed warm with pride.
Apparently you can knock a white knight off his horse, but you can't stomp
"That's o.k. just remember, don't go till you are sure the coast is clear. When
they are all gone, I will slip back in to make sure you are out. I wish I had some
money to give you, but, shit, you know when they found me, some ass hole had
stolen it all. Sorry."
It took all the strength Jack had in him not to bust out laughing on that one. He
wished there was someway he could tell this moron that he was the one who had
knocked him in his shit and stolen his butt fuck earnings, but somehow, he didn't
think Xander would share in the joke.
Instead, he plastered a thick coat of sincerity on his face and blinked back the
"Fuck, Xander, you have done more for me than even my own family would.
These other fuckers here were supposed to be my friends and they never say
a word when Spike beats me and pimps me. I promise, I will never forget
this Xander and somehow I will pay you back."
Xander removed the last strap and dropped it to the bed. There was nothing
else to say. There was no way to answer his gratitude. He wanted to tell Jack that
that was who he was, but that sounded hokey, even to him. So, with a quick tip of
the head and a tapped fist with Jack's, Xander turned and hurried from the room.
Feeling lighter than air, Xander's feet barely touched the ground as he glided
down the attic stairs, rushed through the corridor and back to the main lobby.
Careful not to be seen, he turned left at the bottom of the grand staircase.
He quickly tossed the keys under the edge of the couch as though they had fallen
there the night before when their pants were so hastily discarded, and he ran
out the front door.
Spike yawned. He felt chilled and immediately reached over for his personal
cuddle toy only to find an empty space. With a squint, he opened one eye
and looked over to confirm what he already knew. He was alone.
"Damn humans. Every time you turn around they gotta pee or shit or somethin'
else equally disgusting or annoying. XANDER! Where the hell are you?"
Spike waited for an answer then he listened. He couldn't hear anything. No
water running, no heart beating, no lungs breathing. He suddenly had a very bad
feeling and sat bolt upright.