bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Hope House

Author: BmblBee
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.

Jack had wiped the sticky spunk off his hands and onto the bed sheet that he
hoped he would never sleep under again. As it turns out, he had ample
time to slap skin while he waited for the cluster-fuck of activity below him
to play out.

He snorted when he heard Spike's furious voice and the boy's responding
rush out of bed. It was all he could do to stop himself from joining them.
It appears that two years of training by a master vampire was hard to override.

Jack was impressed. Whatever Xander had done had certainly gotten an
amazing response. He calmly stroked himself while he waited, unsure for
what, but positive he would know when. He paused in his masturbation when
he heard all the others stampede up the stairs, dress and rush back down.
He was a little put out that no one thought to check on his welfare in the midst
of whatever the crisis was.

"Fucking bastards."

Then, when he considered the big picture, he roared with laughter. After
spreading his unshackled legs, and finger fucking himself with unrestrained
hands, Jack shot wad after wad of warm release before slumping back,
boneless and totally relaxed.

When his sight and hearing returned, he eased out of bed and slipped on the
clothes Xander had left him. The ruckus on the lower level had ceased and he
could no longer hear any activity.


He whispered the word experimentally. That's where he would go. After he
did what needed to be done, he would hop on a bus, and dump this popcicle
stand. He would make like a horse turd and hit the road. He would make like
a tree and leaf. He would..........'nothing'. He thought.

'Without money for a bus ticket and a burger, I ain't goin' nowhere.'

Jack fumed when he thought about all the thousands of dollars he had brought
in and yet, here he sat with nothing in his hands but a wet, limp dick. Suddenly,
his eyes lit up. He knew exactly where he could dip a bit of coin. Fucking
Master would have the previous night's take locked in the safe and the loose
money in his greedy vampire pockets, but there was one other place where
he could find cash.

Mrs. Gessel.
Jack was no stranger to tipping a purse or two for cash. It was what caused his
own Mother and Grandmother to finally toss him from his happy, hovel abode.
Well, that and the night his Mother caught him taking it up the ass from her new
husband. Jack had always thought it unfair that she threw him out and let
husband #4 stay.

Besides, he considered, what is a buck or two? Jack's justification was that
whatever house money he swiped, Spike owed him anyway. To him, Hope
House was no different than his own mobile home. He was treated poorly
and deserved whatever he took.

"Fuckin' vampire bastard!"

Jack sat up and swung his legs over the sides of the bed.
'Well, all that changes now.'

Xander had told him that he would get everyone out of the house. He said
to wait for a few minutes and then make a break for it. Which is just what
he planned to do, but not before he extracted a bit of revenge for all the
wrongs that had been visited upon him.

Cautiously, he edged toward the doorway and gently cracked open the small
attic door. He strained to hear, but could detect nothing so he slipped out,
placing his bare feet on the top landing of the stairway.

Gripping the rough hewn banister, he tip toed down, ready to bolt back up
if any sudden sound reached his ear. Before he realized it, he was at the
bottom. He pressed his ear to the attic entrance door and again paused
to listen. Still detecting no sound of life or movement, he gingerly cracked
the door open and peeked out.

He glanced down the second floor hallway and knew instantly that none of the
boys were here. It was more than a lack of sound. His confirmation was the
total, echoing shroud of silence.

Somewhat emboldened, Jack darted from his stairway landing and he rushed
down the long hallway. As he passed, he was stunned to see the doors
to the other boy's rooms standing wide open, the beds unmade and their
clothes scattered about the floors.

'Holy Shit!'
Jacks heart pounded and his eyes bugged as he ran for the grand staircase.
'What the fuck did Xander do to cause everyone to leave so fast?'

Jack knew how adamant Spike was about the house being clean. The
vampire had, more than once, whipped Jack for leaving a used condom
on the floor or not making his bed properly. Still, he didn't have time
to ponder the details of the situation. Jack knew Mrs. Gessel always
hung her purse on a key hook inside the back door.

All he needed to do was creep through the kitchen, snag the purse that
he was sure she would have left behind in her hurry to leave, and stick
the money in his pocket. Then, if he followed Xander's orders, he would
run off into the night.

'Xander's orders.'
The very thought of it made him sick. Who the fuck was Xander to tell
him what to do when Xander was the prick that had taken Jack's spot
in the Master's bed. 'None of this would be happening if that little dickweed
hadn't shown up here.' Jack scowled at the things that buzzed in his brain.

As his acid thoughts continued, Jack reached the top of the grand staircase.
He pressed his body flat against the wall and again listened. He knew once
he started down, there would be no hiding or cover. He would be totally
exposed and he needed to be sure the house was completely empty and that
no one was left behind.

When he again satisfied himself that the coast was clear, he made a mad dash
down the steps. When the hit the bottom, his face was covered with a crazed
triumphant grin and he wanted to hoot and holler in unrestrained glee, but Jack
was no fool. He would save his celebrating for Florida. When all this was
over, he would turn tricks in Disney World. Maybe give Goofey a blowjob.

Scooting through the lobby, Jack reached the swinging kitchen door and he
pressed his hand lightly against it, cautiously pushing it open. When he
was sure the kitchen, too had been vacated, he swaggered in. Now filled
with confidence he quickly spotted the purse on it's hook and he snatched
it down.

Suddenly, as he started to dig through for her wallet, Jack heard a sound
and he froze.

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