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 21/26 + Epilogue
Chapter: 21/26 + 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.'
Spike opened the bedchamber door and pushed him inside. Xander was nervous, Spike radiated tension and he didn't want to do anything else to annoy him, so he stood quietly, head low, arms at his sides. He didn't expect Spike to grab him or shove him roughly against the door. He gasped as his wrists were held tightly over his head and his mouth was claimed in a bruising, brutal kiss which seared his lips and left them swollen and red. Spike's body pressed hard against his and he could feel Spike's erection against his hip. His legs were kicked apart and Spike's thigh pressed against his cock. He whimpered as need, pure, violent and hot slammed through him and he rubbed himself whining against Spike's thigh. Spike pulled back panting and looked at the flushed face of the boy, swollen lips and his heaving chest, his cock outlined straining against his britches in a mirror image of his own throbbing member. His balls felt full and heavy and he ached with a need to take the boy and lose himself in a desperate rutting. He nipped, sucked and licked at the neck and jaw till all Xander could do was moan and whimper, toss his head and hump Spike's thigh.
Spike yanked him from the door and pushed him towards the bed. "Strip!" He barked. "Then on your belly." A frisson of fear warred with excitement and lust, Spike hadn't penetrated him since the first night at the camp the memory of the pain warred with the incredible feeling of Spike inside him thrusting and the lightning shocks as his sweet spot was pounded, he wanted that again, he wanted Spike. He sat and yanked off his boots and pulled his jerkin over his head, but he wasn't quick enough for Spike. Already naked, his cock flushed and hard against his belly and drooling with copious pre-cum Spike pounced on the boy, agile fingers undid his lacings and his britches were pulled down and off.
Spike's whole body seemed to hum with desire for the boy, there was no time for the niceties of seduction or gentle foreplay, he rolled the boy onto his belly. He reached for the bottle of sweet smelling oil and parted the boy's cheeks pouring it down the boy's crack, Xander jumped a little at the cool liquid. Spike watched as a small amount ran into the trembling hole, Spike's cock twitched in anticipation of following. He oiled a finger and petted Xander's hip ordering him to relax as he squirmed the finger into him; passed the tight guardian ring of muscle. Xander yelped and whimpered but Spike didn't stop until the whole finger was inside. He gritted his teeth as he felt the silky heat and tightness around him and imagined his cock in there, he sort and found the small bundle of nerves and caressed it once, twice. Xander moaned and lifted his ass, his fingers curled tightly into the sheets as pinpoints of light exploded behind his eyes. "Fuck!" He panted and Spike smirked as he felt the muscles relax and he slipped in another finger.
Spike wasted no time scissoring his fingers and stretching the boy. He pulled them out and chuckled when Xander moaned and lifted up chasing after the loss. Spike oiled his thumbs and pushed in first one then the other, Xander whimpered in earnest as Spike worked at softening the muscle and widening the twitching hole. At last he could wait no longer he pulled his thumbs out and hissed as he oiled his cock, then he placed an arm round the boy's hips and levered him onto his hands and knees and then pressed on his shoulders till he dropped onto his elbows, raising his ass higher. He grasped his hip with one hand and guided his cock against the boy's hole with the other. With a sharp order to relax and breathe deeply, Spike pushed in. The boy gasped and edged away as he felt Spike press into him stretching his hole further and making the muscles burn. Spike caught his hips with both hands in a tight grip and held him still, pushing slowly until he slid passed the guardian ring and then gave a sharp thrust and sheathed himself inside the boy so that his balls slapped against his ass. Xander keened sharply as he was stretched and filled.
Spike bit the side of his cheek to stop from moaning at the ecstasy of the tight, silky channel encasing him. It wouldn't do for the boy to know how much he effected him, how much he wanted him, craved him, the boy heated his blood and seared his soul. Spike held still, leaning forward and kissing down the nubs of the boy's spine and then nibbling at his ass cheek; this was as much for himself as the boy, if he moved before he got back some control, he was in danger of coming too soon. He grasped Xander's hips hard enough to leave bruises and began to move, slowly, shallowly at first getting faster and deeper with each thrust. Soon he built up a hard rhythm pulling almost out and slamming back in, grunting with each thrust, tugging the mewling, moaning boy towards him. He changed angle and pounded into the boys prostrate. Xander bucked and jerked pushing himself back, tossing his head and gasping breathy curses.
Spike was close. He released one hip and reaching under the boy encircled his cock with his fingers and stroked him, pulling back the foreskin and swiping his thumb over the spongy head. He felt the boy tense, the muscles of his channel fluttering on him. Xander stiffened and jerked, Spike pushed up into him and held still letting the boy's contracting muscles work his cock as Xander came shooting cum over Spike's hand and shouting his name. As he stopped jerking Spike moved again, pounding into the boy still coming down from his orgasm, harder and faster he moved and as he felt the hit of his own orgasm he knelt back on his heels, pulling Xander up his back pressed tightly against his muscled chest and as he thrust up for the last time he pressed Xander down onto his cock and held him there while he jerked and shuddered emptying deep in his bowels. The word 'Mine' screamed through his mind and his orgasm rattled his teeth.