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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer
  Relationship:
      Xander_Harris/Spike
  Character:
      Spike_(BtVS), Xander_Harris
  Additional Tags:
      Episode_Related, Inca_Mummy_Girl, DubCon_(under_the_influence_of_magic),
      questionable_Adult/Minor_Sex, 16_Year_Old_Xander, minor_Het_Sex, Minor
      Character_Death, AU, under_the_influence, dubcon, Episode:_s02e04_Inca
      Mummy_Girl, Community:_tamingthemuse, PWP, School_Hard_fic, POV:_Spike
  Series:
      Part 1 of Molesting_the_Xander
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-01 Words: 2145
****** Sealing His Fate ******
by dustandroses
Summary
     Spike has plans for Xander, but Xander is too caught up in Ampata,
     the beautiful South American exchange student/Mummy Girl, to notice.
Notes
     Prompt Notes: Inspiration for this chapter taken from the Live
     Journal Community Tamingthemuse prompt #362: Malleable
     Notes: I think everyone who writes Spike/Xander needs to write at
     least one School Hard cliché fic, in which Spike accepts the 'gift'
     (Xander) that Angel offers him in the hallway of Sunnydale High
     School. This is mine. Or at least the beginning of it. There may be
     more stories in a loose series, but if so, they should all be able to
     stand on their own.
     The combination of watching Inca Mummy Girl and receiving a prompt
     like 'Malleable' led to this story getting written, when what I
     really had in mind was another chapter of Xandercles. But don't
     worry, Xandercles will be back next week.
Spike slipped into the Bronze at the tail end of a group of loud boys all
laughing at each other’s costumes and ogling the 16 year old girls who’d taken
the opportunity to bare more of their bodies than they might get away with in
school. This wasn’t at all his type of bar. The music was the usual teenage
drivel, despite the potential the group’s name offered. If they were going to
name their band Dingoes Ate My Baby, the least they could do was play something
a bit more disturbing and edgy. It didn’t help that the patrons were annoying
enough to make him consider mass murder. But the air was thick with the kind of
jangling emotions and out of control hormones that only a teenager could
produce, and that went a long way toward soothing his ire.
He ordered a beer at the bar. Despite the fact that it was a high school
function, he didn’t get more than a perfunctory glance before his bottle slid
across the bar top. Eyes followed him as he cut through the crowd, making his
way up to the catwalk to have a look around. He ignored their hungry-eyed
stares for the most part, although he kept his eyes open. You never knew when
danger might pop out at you, or if he was lucky, maybe his next meal would spot
him and follow him into the shadows. He was peckish, so he should probably eat
something before he got too close to his prize.
Leaning on the rail, he took a drink, and searched the sea of teenage faces. He
wasn’t sure his prize would be here tonight, but he knew the boy came to the
Bronze, Spike had seen him the day he first saw the Slayer fight. It took some
time, his prey turned out to be fairly well disguised, but eventually Spike’s
sharp eye picked out his target. From the way both girls were eyeing him, the
boy could have had either one, but his eyes were focused on the beauty to his
right.
They made a pretty couple, with their dark eyes and dark hair, their tentative
touches and their hearts on their bloody sleeves. He almost hated to separate
them, but not really. The boy didn’t belong to Dark Eyes, he’d been given to
Spike, and Spike would be claiming him soon enough.
They moved to a separate table, leaving Eskimo girl to stare moon-eyed at the
oblivious couple. It didn’t look like they were going anywhere soon, so he let
himself be distracted by a redhead who was eyeing him over her boyfriend’s
shoulder as they made out against a wall. What a naughty girl. She was leggy
and shapely, and when she sent her boy to the bar for another soda, Spike made
his move.
She followed him into the alley like a lamb to the slaughter, and soon she was
squirming as he gently pinched her nipples through the fabric of her shirt and
sucked on her tongue. He pulled her leg up over his hip and she rubbed herself
against his thigh. When he slipped his teeth into her, she came, his hand
muffling her cries. She was sweet and flavorful on his tongue, the tart taste
of some drug in her blood sending him soaring. Oh, yes, she was a naughty girl.
Pulling back from her empty body, he licked his lips, and took a moment to
savor the last mouthful of hormone rich blood. Spike was hard as a rock by this
point, and ready to fuck anything that moved, but he’d refrained from fucking
his meal, because he had someone else on his mind. He drained his beer, and
tossed his empties into the closest dumpster, then rubbed his hands together.
Time for dessert.
As Spike walked back into the bar, he saw his boy disappear backstage. He
followed him, standing in the shadows as Dark Eyes made her move. There was
something not right about her, not the least of which was the way her hand was
all shriveled and dry. He could feel the magic swirling in the air, and was
about to charge after her, to make sure she didn’t hurt his property, when she
broke away, leaving his prize lying on a set of steps, dazed and bewildered.
Well, that was a piece of luck.
Spike draped his boy over his shoulder, and carried him on up the stairs, which
turned out to be storage for lighting instruments, damaged speakers,
mirrorballs, and back stage detritus. The floor was littered with broken guitar
strings, beer bottles, and empty condom packets. It smelled like pot and sex,
or maybe the sex smell was his boy, who, even in his dazed state, was sporting
a pretty hefty hard-on.
He set the boy down on a blanket in the corner, and got his first close-up
look. Spike’d seen him before, of course, when Angelus had offered the boy to
him, but he hadn’t had the time for a good look. He had lovely, dark eyes, and
plump lips just waiting for Spike’s kiss. He didn’t like the idea that the boy
had been kissing that strange girl, so he lay down next to him, and tasted
those ripe lips for himself.
The boy opened his mouth to Spike’s tongue, pliant under his hands, and Spike
explored the boy’s mouth, doing his best to wipe out the taste of the girl
who’d put him under this spell. His boy should only taste Spike and beer, and
maybe the copper penny tang of blood. The boy was so responsive to him, moaning
into Spike’s mouth, his hands grasping and clutching at Spike’s arms as he
unbuttoned his boy’s vest and shirt, to play with his nipples.
They were obviously a hot spot, so Spike took his time as they kissed over and
over, pinching and teasing his nipples until the boy was squirming under his
hands. Spike reached down and cupped the boy’s erection, and his hips rose,
pushing his cock into Spike’s hand almost frantically.
Ending their kiss, Spike murmured, “There, there now. There’s no hurry.”
The boy let his head drop back to the blanket, his face puzzled as he tried to
sort out what was going on. “What… Spike?”
Spike smiled at the question in his voice. “That’s right. It’s me. I’ll take
care of you, now.” He squeezed gently with his hand, and the boy’s hips rose
again, seeking more pressure.
“Oh, god.”
“Nah, not bloody likely. But I know what you want, don’t I, boy? I’ll give you
everything you want. You’re mine, now.”
The boy blinked up at him, confusion clear on his face. “I am? What are you…
What are you talking about?” The boy’s eyes closed as Spike worked his cock,
the precome already soaking through the cloth near the head. “Oooh.”
“Angelus gave you to me, don’t you remember?”
“He did? He wanted you to bite me.” His eyes opened quickly. “Are you going to
bite me?” He started trembling and fumbling, trying to get away, until Spike
sat on his lap, and held his hands down to hold him still.
“None of that, now. I’m not going to hurt you. You belong to me, why would I
hurt what belongs to me?”
“What do you want me for? I’m not the Slayer. I’m not special.”
Spike didn’t like the boy putting himself down like that. “Don’t you think
that’s my decision? I think you’re a right treat. That’s why I accepted you. If
you weren’t special, I’d never have looked at you twice.”
Spike could see that the boy was coming out of his daze, and he didn’t want
that just yet, so he slid back some and sat on the top of the boy’s thighs, his
legs on either side of his boy’s. Leaning forward, he stroked his jeans-covered
hard-on against his boy’s, and his eyes fluttered shut as he moaned gutturally.
That was more like it.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, boy. Here now. What’s your name? I can’t keep
calling you boy all the time.”
“Xander. I’m Xander.” He practically whispered his name, and Spike smiled.
“Xander. I like that.” Spike purred his name and Xander stretched under him. He
was so responsive.
Spike heard noise down below, it sounded like they were looking for his boy, so
he spoke into Xander’s ear, whispering his name, covering the sound of their
voices with his low, rumbling voice. He worked his hips, and they both moaned
as their cocks aligned and sent shivers down both their spines.
“So good, Xander. You feel so good.”
“I need… I…”
“I know what you need, boy. Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.”
The voices faded. It sounded like the two girls left in a hurry, worried about
the Slayer’s Watcher or some such thing. Good. He didn’t have that much time
left; there was no telling when they’d be back looking for Xander. But then,
Xander didn’t have much time left either, teenage boys tended to go off at a
moment’s notice, so Spike moved on. He sat up, and unzipped Xander’s pants. He
pulled them down around the boy’s ankles along with his underwear, refusing to
wonder where anyone would find Captain Picard boxers, and why they would choose
to wear them.
Spike looked down at the feast beneath him: his shirt open, showing red and
puffy nipples, a trembling stomach, and a treasure trail that led directly to a
lovely cock. It was long and full, fighting gravity to stand at attention and
pointing directly at Spike. Between the copious precome and the shortness of
Xander’s breath, Spike realized time was short; he’d have to work fast.
He cupped Xander’s balls and the boy’s whole body jerked, so Spike grabbed the
base of his cock to keep his orgasm at bay before leaning over, taking the head
in his mouth and sucking. If not for Spike’s tight grip, Xander would have
come. He moaned and cried out as Spike worked his cock, licking and sucking
until Xander was red faced and pleading for release. He pulled off the boy’s
cock and nuzzled up close between thigh and groin, until he could almost taste
the blood under his tongue. Slipping into his true face, Spike breathed deeply,
almost overwhelmed with the scent of his boy’s lust. He slid his teeth into
Xander’s inner thigh, up high where it would be easy to overlook.
The heat and the flavor were incredible, and Spike had to fight to keep himself
from coming. But he let go his tight hold on Xander’s cock, giving his boy
permission to come, and he did. Rather spectacularly. And loudly. Spike pulled
his teeth out slowly, licking the wounds to get all the blood, and knelt up
before taking his cock out of his jeans. All it took was two strokes as Spike
took in the vision of decadence before him, and he came, spattering his come on
Xander’s cock, and stomach before he sat back on his heels, breathing deeply.
Once his breathing had stopped, Spike took the time to rub both their come into
Xander’s skin before he fixed his boy’s clothes. Xander’s eyes were closed, and
he didn’t respond when Spike called his name. His heartbeat was steady and his
breathing deep, indicating sleep rather than anything mojo related, so Spike
relaxed. He’d just worn his boy out, that was all. It wouldn’t be the last
time.
He settled Xander back on the stairs where he’d found him, and hid in the
shadows until the boy awoke with a start, Spike’s name on his lips. Eyes wide,
Xander looked around, groggy and puzzled. Spike smiled. He’d probably think the
whole thing a dream, but that was all right. He’d know soon enough what was
real and what wasn’t. The boy staggered to his feet, holding on to the stair
rail for support, and slowly made his way out front where the party was winding
down.
Spike followed Xander home at a distance, until the Watcher’s car overtook the
boy. Xander climbed into the tiny car, the Slayer and the Eskimo squished into
the back seat, and they drove away at a rather sedate pace. Now that he knew
Xander would get home safely, Spike headed back to the Bronze. He still had
time to pick up a snack for his dark princess. Hopefully, she’d feel well
enough to finish it off.
He held his hand under his nose, breathing in the heady aroma of both Xander
and Spike’s come. Utterly delicious. He’d be smelling that for days. That ought
to prove a good motivation for coming up with a strategy for their next
encounter. He was looking forward to his next meeting with Xander already.
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