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.
"Hey. Pssst. Over here."
Beanie stopped walking and reluctantly approached the small black Audi
that had pulled up to the curb. He stood a safe distance back and watched
as the driver pushed the button that would lower the tinted, passenger side
window the rest of the way down.
The night sky was overcast and dark offering no illumination save what
little was cast down by the sliver of a quarter moon that, off and on, would
peek from behind a passing cloud.
Bending at the waist, Beanie peered in. He wasn't seeking identification
of the mysterious driver that had bid him over. He knew the car well.
He had spent literally hours in the backseat. He also knew the driver, a man
who had spent the same long hours in Beanie's backseat.
Beanie stuffed his hands casually in his jeans pockets.
"I ain't working tonight. Master Spike says we gotta find a missing boy."
Immediately, the driver threw the car into park and he leaned as far
across the soft leather seats as he could.
"What? No! Ah, come on, Beanie. I drove all the way up the coast just
to see you. I missed you. Didn't you miss me? Even just a little bit? Please?
I told you I would talk to Spike about buying you."
Beanie just rolled his eyes, but made no move to leave.
"You have been promising me that for months and I still don't see no ownership
collar round my neck. You fuckin' Master vamps are all alike. You promise
the world till you get your end away then it's a couple of bills on the dresser
and hasta la vista Baby. Well, I've had enough. In fact, Master Spike says
there has been a Fel-a-she-o demon asking about buyin' me. Now, if you
will excuse me I gotta......"
In a flash, the driver leapt from the car, rushed around and scooped up the
boy in his arms. Beanie slumped like a dead mackerel. He made no move to
encourage the older man but he also made no effort to fight him off or escape.
The boy had made up his mind. This time, Angel was either going to put up or
shut up. It was time for the vamp to shit or get the hell off the proverbial pot.
Angel wrapped his huge arms around the smaller boy's body, engulfing him
completely and he began kissing and sniffing the warm, sweet smelling neck.
He had tried to forget him. He had even picked up and fucked a dozen
young street boys in the new city hoping to erase Beanie from his mind and
heart but it was impossible.
"Oh, Beanie, come on, don't be like this. Hey, Wes did that spell I told you
about. The one that glued my soul on tight. No more happiness clause. Please,
Beanie, you know I'm crazy about you. Mmmmm. You smell so good. What
is that smell?"
Beanie snorted in disgust and flopped like a rag doll.
"It's A+ you moron."
Slightly encouraged at the weak humor, Angel overlaughed and immediately
began hustling the unresistant boy towards his car. Beanie knew he should
stand his ground. Spike had given specific orders that there was to be no
whoring tonight, still, the great goof had driven all this way just to see him.
Truth was, Beanie was in love with the spiky haired assvamp. He had been for
some time and wanted, with all his heart, for Angel to make good on his
promise of buying Beanie and taking him home. He had been crushed and
furious when Angel and his crew of fuck toys moved out of town.
Deep down, Beanie was concerned that Xander was missing. He really liked
the new boy and hoped nothing bad had happened to him, but this was his
chance, maybe his last opportunity for the life he wanted and he couldn't let
this pass him by.
Unconcerned with the picture he was presenting of an older, larger man fumbling
and wrestling the small boy into his car, Angel grinned and, after jumping in behind
the wheel, locked the doors and sped away. Beanie sat as far over on the
passenger's side as he could reach, arms crossed, and a scowl on his face.
Angel ignored the black cloud that hung over their heads and he cluelessly whistled
a happy tune. When they finally reached an alley in the deserted warehouse
district, Angel slammed on the brakes and started fumbling with his zipper.
"Go on. Take off your clothes."
Within seconds, Angel was stroking his man muscle and frowning in confusion.
Beanie had made no move to undress. He was, in fact, staring out the side
window and repeatedly sighing in obvious disgust. Suddenly, the low watt
light bulb over Angel's head lit up.
"Oh, of course, sorry. Here"
And he tossed two bills in Beanie's direction. It was possibly the worst
move Angel had made in his 200 plus years as a vampire.
Beanie exploded. Angel's hand froze in mid stroke and his cock went limp.
Beanie snatched the money and shook it, crumpled, in his fist in the shocked
"Is this what I am to you? Is this what you think of me? Just a cheap whore?"
Angel considered mentioning that he didn't think $200.00 was cheap, but for
once recognized when it was time to shut the hell up as the boy continued to rant.
"You promised to buy me then what did you do? You dumped me! You moved
on without me. You took the others and left me behind. You want to fuck
them instead of me? Then go do it! How dare you show up here now, wavin'
your dirty money around and treating me like a common street walker."
The head of Angel's dick quietly laid down against the side of his zipper to
nap while the boss took care of this interruption. It was confident it would be
called back to duty before much longer.
Angel knew he had been a fool. The thought of never seeing Beanie again
broke his unbeating heart and cooled his heated libido. Immediately, he
pulled the angry boy in to his arms and moaned at the feel of increased heat
that the fury had caused to surge through Beanie's body.
"I'm sorry, Beanie. You're right I've been a jerk. What can I do to make it
up to you? Anything. Anything at all."
Beanie's eyes lit up. This was it. The break or make moment that he had been
waiting on. Angel would either do right by him or Beanie was through.
With his hands on the vampire's broad chest, Beanie shoved him away and
quickly began rummaging through the glove box for the paper and pencil
he knew the vamp kept there.
When he found them, he immediately scrawled one short line then shoved it
"This is it, Big guy. Sign the fucking paper."
Angel took it and, tipping it toward the small amount of moonlight shining down,
read it over. It was a simple document but one that spoke volumes. It read:
'Spike, I am purchasing Beanie Buttons. I will put a check in the morning mail.
Angel hesitated. He considered dickering and resisting, but the fact was, it
suited him just fine so, with a smile, he signed and handed it back.
"So, now what?"
Beanie beamed with joy and kissed Angel warmly on the lips.
"Now we go back to Hope House. I'll run in and leave this where Spike will
find it and then we go home, to our own house and our own bed. Then, when
we get there, I'm gonna rock your world."
Angle's dick snapped awake and lifted it's head as the car squealed out of the alley
and back in the direction it had come. Beanie propped his feet up on the expensive
dashboard and grinned, thinking what a beautiful night it was after all.
Within minutes, they had arrived. Following Beanie's instruction, Angel pulled
up to the front rather than the back of the house. Beanie knew his chances
of being seen were greater if he went in through the kitchen. He didn't think
any of the boys would have returned yet, but Beanie wasn't taking any chances.
"Keep the car running. I'll be two minutes."
Not waiting for an answer, Beanie jumped from the car and raced up the steps
that led to the old lobby area. He quickly slipped inside and was relieved to
see it dark and silent. Afraid of pushing his luck, Beanie dropped the purchase
agreement on the key table just inside the door and turned to go.
At the last minute he noticed the basement door way under the grand staircase
had been left open. That was strictly forbidden by Master Spike and was one of
the things that pissed the house vamp off to no end. Wanting to assure the Master
was in a good mood when he read the note, Beanie hurried over and shut the
door, flipping the lock to insure it was secure before running back out to join his