naughty_fae (naughty_fae) wrote in bloodclaim,

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.


Rating: PG


Rating: PG This Part

They met up in the woods and the next seven days were tense and filled with danger. They were unable to travel because of Drusilla and she got worse before she got better. They hid in the forest and took turns to nurse her day and night. Xander kept an anxious eye on Spike, but his prayers were answered, Drusilla recovered and no-one else sickened. Spike was oddly aloof during this time and they rarely spoke.

Once she recovered they traveled swiftly far away from the lands of both Prince Rupert and Hoffran at last settling in a little populated area. Since the plague there were more farms available than people to work them. Spike bought a fair sized one with fertile land for crops, lush pasture and a stream and stocked it with quality livestock and bought good seed. Surprisingly Jonathan and Andrew revealed an ambition to breed livestock and bought a farm for this purpose and a small tavern to run with Willow. Gunn bought a forge and settled to being a Smithy as his father before him. They were strangers and without a past, so were accepted at face value and absorbed into the small community.

There followed two of the most grueling years of Xander's young life. His body was unused to hard, physical labor yet he worked eight hours a day, seven days a week beside Spike in the fields and tending the livestock in all weathers. He shed weight and there were times he could have cried out of sheer, bone weariness and aching, sore limbs, but he didn't. He never complained or shirked his work and Spike watched him and admired his tenacity and constant good humor. Spike saw to it the boy always ate, rubbed his aching body and limbs with a potion made by Drusilla and at night Xander went willingly and unbidden to Spike's bed. They fell into an easy companionship that was loving on Xander's side and solicitous on Spike's.

The second year was easier. Livestock and crops were established, Xander muscled up and enjoyed the work, Spike's handling of him became somewhat gentler and he was of a mind to praise him often and admired his ingenious inventions, even when they didn't work. Xander told Spike he loved him daily, each time he was answered with a grunt or nod, but at times he caught Spike looking at him strangely. And always unspoken between them the promise that should Xander wish to take up his Birthright, Spike would see to it he got safely home, but Xander never took up the offer.

The second Winter came early and was harsh. Drusilla warned of it and they banded together in Summer and the men built stout barns for the livestock and were glad that they did. It was their second Christmas Eve after leaving the castle, the small kitchen was decorated with holly and mistletoe and a fine yule log lay in the hearth. They sat each side of the hearth, Spike enjoying a tankard of ale and staring into the flames, Xander dozing. Outside it was bitter and the snow lay deep around the farm. The animals were safely in the barns and an owl hooted in the frosty air. Spike never looked up, he stared into the flame, sighed deeply and spoke softly. "I love you." Xander's eyes snapped open and he turned towards him. "Did you say something?"

Spike rolled his eyes. "I said, I love you. Don't make me keep on repeating it." Xander's jaw dropped and his eyes swam with tears. "Do you mean it?" He whispered. Spike looked at him then. "Damn it boy, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." The tankard skittered across the floor, ale sloshed and the chair almost overturned as Spike found himself squashed by a lap full of squirming, kissing, crying boy. That night, for the first time they didn't fuck or rut, they made love and the course of their lives was set.

Eight years later, ten after leaving the castle, the farm thrived and prospered. Xander busied himself in the kitchen thankful once more for the hours he'd spent in the kitchens with his father's cook; God knew Spike couldn't cook worth a lick. The aroma of venison stew and freshly baked bread drifted on the air. He kept an ear out for the sound of Spike returning from market. At the steady clop of hooves he exited the farmhouse and stepped into the evening sun. He was a boy no longer, but a fine, strapping young man; broad, muscled and tanned from hours working in the fields, but with the same black, shaggy hair, big, brown eyes and bright, wide smile. The market cart rumbled into the yard pulled by the bay, draught horse and stopped.

Spike vaulted down, much as he had been. Slender and tightly muscled, with the same knife sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. The skin was more tanned now and the face a little more lined and the blond hair streaked here and there with white. Xander went to him and they kissed lightly, before he began unhitching the horse. " Good day at market?" He asked. "Fine," Spike grinned, "the piglets fetched top price and I stopped by the Smithy, Gunn gave Samson a new set of shoes and he says that thing you wanted for the plough, it'll be ready next week though he's buggered if he knows what it's for." Xander laughed. "It's alright, I do, did you see Dru?"

"I did, she's in fine fettle, expecting again, after three girls Gunn's praying for a boy." He chuckled. Xander giggled. "He loves his girls."

"Yes, that he does." Spike lifted a sack from the cart. "Got the flour and salt you wanted, some spices and feed for the horses and chickens." Xander led Sampson from between the shafts. "Called in on Jonathan and Andrew on the way back they'll send their bull over next week." He leered. "I hope our ladies is accommodating. " Xander led the horse to the stable. "Willow sent an apple pie, says you can't make pastry worth a spit." He shouted after him. Xander snorted. "Says the man who can't cook." He shouted over his shoulder.

Xander took the collar and tack off the horse, rubbed him down and gave him his feed. He wandered back outside. As expected the cart had been emptied and he turned toward the house, a movement made him stop and he saw Spike leaning on the fence watching the milk cow and sheep graze in the setting sun. He walked up behind him and slipped his arms around his waist, Spike leaned back and Xander rested his chin on his shoulder. "I thought you'd be inside, there's venison stew and fresh bread."

"Sounds just the job love." He answered. Xander frowned. "Anything wrong?" Spike sighed. "I called in the tavern, saw Willow and heard a bit of gossip." He paused. "Your father died three months ago, a merchant just brought the news. Ironically it was Plague." Xander shrugged, Spike turned. "I can't say I'm sorry, but he was your father, if you want to.." Xander cut him off. "My father died for me ten years ago Spike, I'm not upset." Spike nodded and rested his forehead against Xander's. "Anya's going to rule until your half brother is old enough." Xander sighed. Spike drew back. "It should be you," he brushed back a lock of Xander's hair. "you'd be Prince now." Xander shook his head. "I never wanted it." Spike studied him for a moment. "Do you ever regret it, staying with me, not going with Angelus?" Xander cupped Spike's face. "I have never regretted one second, of one day, I've been with you," he smiled. "What about you?"

Spike looked thoughtful. "I have regrets. I regret how we started, how I treated you; if I could change that, I would. I regret taking so much from y...." Xander placed his forefinger against Spike's lips. "Sshhhhhhh, I can't regret our beginning because it led to all this and you took one life from me and gave me another, better one," he smiled. "I love you." Spike smiled in return. "I love you too." They kissed tenderly. Spike pulled back and gazed at the young man he'd come to love, against all the odds. No matter how long they were together, how old they got, Xander would always be his Little Prince.


Thank you for reading and/or commenting on this story, I hope you enjoyed it. 1st October 2009 sees me begin posting 'Hamunaptra' an S/X version of The Mummy and a return to the adventure/comedy/Romance formula along the lines of Romancing The Stone and Jewel of The Nile.
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