Rating: MNote: Bruce Skell belongs to lexilisciousSummery:They met in messy kiss; teeth knocking again teethand hands clawing at the fabrics and layers of cloths that werein the way of skin on skin contact. Shirts were thrown in differentdirections, without a care, and jeans shed. The first touch of skinto skin had them wanting more.
They met in messy kiss; teeth knocking again teeth and hands clawing at the fabrics and layers of cloths that were in the way of skin on skin contact. Shirts were thrown in different directions, without a care, and jeans shed. The first touch of skin to skin had them wanting more. More friction, more kisses, more everything.
Xander slicked up his fingers, it wasn’t often he topped, and carefully slid a finger in, waiting a beat or two before starting to stretch him out. He peppered the skin in front of him with kisses, stopping to bite and nib whenever the impulse struck.
Satisfied with how wrecked they were he pulled away, taking in the sight of trembling legs, nails shifting between blunt nails and claws, eyes flashing between human and iridescent. With a tender smile he thursted in, not stopped until he’d bottomed out; lips claiming his, swallowing down each and every gasp, groan and moan. His tongue slid between their lips, mimicking his hips. Claw’s pricked as Xadner’s skin, a warning to steed up. But wasn’t what he wanted and that’s what tonight was all about. What he wanted.
Moving down the expanse of skin offered to him - a rare thing really - he nipped lightly, eyes flicking up to make sure it was alright. Meeting no resistance he bit harder and harder until he caused a reaction.
Picking up speed, and using Bruce’s hips as perch, his hips slammed back into Bruce, rocking them back against the headboard with each and every thrust.
Claws raked down his back, marking him and growls filled the room, Xander matching every single one of them. Pulling Bruce full against him, he rolled and re-situated them until Bruce was facing his, legs on either side, one hand digging into Xander’s shoulder, the other braced against the wall.
Xander groaned, a hand coming to tangle in Bruce’s curly hair, slamming their lips together, his free hand drifted down between then and wrapped a hand around Bruce and stroked.
Tearing their lips apart, Bruce hunched forward, biting his own arm, fangs piercing the skin. Xander moaned at the sight, hips faltering briefly, trying to match the brutal pace of rising and falling Bruce was setting.
It didn’t take much more between the hand on Bruce’s cock stroking him for all he was worth and the way he tightened around Xander with each thrust up had both boys at their wits end and coming undone. Bruce came first, Xander’s name pulled from his mouth as he growled out his completion. Xander followed soon after crying out Bruce’s name.
Rated T
Trigger Warnings: drug abuse and emotional trauma.
Ian Archer belongs to Benchik
When Xander was 13 Ian moved out. He didn’t just move out he left. Left the home, left the system, the foster family but most importantly when was turned 18 he left Xander behind. It hurt. Without Ian around Simon took a step up and started harassing Xander more. Picking on him, shoving him, even beat the shit out of him because he felt like it. Xander lied about it, of course. It didn’t get much better from there.
By the time Xander was 16 he’d come to reply heavily on pot. It was his. His one escape. Every change he got, Xander was blown. Free time. Home. School. Never carry and always test clean were the two most important rules. Just like anyone else Xander had his stashes or he’d buy just enough and just what he needed. Three months after Xander turned 16 he found himself at a party. There his friend, Meg, introduced him to Ruby, her dealer. Ruby was…well she was everything Xander wasn’t. She wasn’t a kid, 18 going on 19 going on knowing everything. She knew all the ins and outs of the town, who the best dealers were and where the best places to crash were located. Meg might of introduced them but the party threw them together. Dancing together, they fit, like a puzzle piece. After a while she pulled him close and asked if he wanted to find a more….private place. On a whim he agreed. That was the first night he ever tried shrooms. Nothing happened. Ruby explained the first time it rarely did but she grabbed his phone and added her number with a wink before leaving. Two days later Xander found himself right back in the room with her, so high out of his mind that he didn’t know up from down. It was the greatest feeling ever. So free. Like he was flying. Coming down not so great, but Ruby was there, helping him down and deal with the crash. He crashed there for the night. Woke up entangled with Ruby.
From then on Ruby was his go to. And finally they slept together. To Xander, Ruby was someone he could count on. She didn’t take any shit from anyone. Best part was Xander always got the fresh and most potent supplies without the cost of an arm and leg. He wasn’t sure when it happened or how it started but it did, and they worked. She never asked about the bruises and pretended to be interested when she asked about his day or the comics he liked. In retrospect Xander never told Ruby who his favorite hero was. And she never asked. For the longest times it was just weed and shrooms. They were the best. Shrooms only when he could swing the time to come down, pot the rest of the time. Ruby liked him best when he was blazed. That’s when Xander was more likely to agree to something. It’s how she got him to agree to try some E. That’s how Lily found him one night, blown out of his mind, talking to a wall. She didn’t tell their “father” but instead cashed in for a favor to be called in at a later date. It didn’t matter; Xander kept going back to Ruby.
The day Xander turned 17 he received some of the greatest news ever. Ian was fighting for his custody, and from the sounds of it, was close to winning. With any luck he’d be out of the house and back with his brother before too long. Before the end of the first semester, Xander was out of the house and living with Ian. Things were a little awkward at first, Ian not wanting to ask what’d happened after he’d left but wanting to know. It wasn’t hard to guess and most of it Ian was able to piece together from the small bits Xander would tell. Didn’t take long for Ian to figure out his younger brother was messing around. A girl he guessed, not that he much approved after an “accidental” run in.
“I don’t like her. End of story.”
“Yeah! Well I do! And I’m gonna keep seeing her!”
“No you’re not! My house. My rules!”
“Fuck you Ian! You’re no better than him!” Ian stood there, shocked into silence, rage boiling just under the surface. Xander didn’t wait for the eruption, he just turned and left, slamming the door closed as he left, ignoring Ian’s yelling.
“Oh sweetie did you and your big brother have a fight? You’ve only been living with him for, what? A month? Didn’t I tell you that’s what would happen. You could just come stay with me.” Ruby purred, passing the joint to upset boy. Inhaling deep enough to cough, Xander, shook his head, trying to hold it back, take a ghost hit for a stronger dose. His hand was shaking as he handed back the joint.
“N-no. I…just gotta give it time.” Taking a deep breath, Xander started coughing, grimacing at the pain as a goofy smile settled in place. Giving himself over to the drug’s influence, Xander let himself float away, turning to Ruby and kissed her. They fell onto the bed, and soon evening turned early morning.
The house was dark when Xander slid the door shut, wincing as the door creaked to a close. Letting out a relived sigh, he picked his way through the living room, already have the layout memorized, Which is why he let out a surprised yelp as he tripped over something – a foot stool- not anywhere in its normal place. Flipping open his phone, Xander’s eyes widened at the state of the living room. Cushions throws everywhere, a chair turned over. A shattered lamp was three feet to his left. The whole room was a wreck. Running to his room, Xander dropped to the floor and clutched his chest in attempt to calm his breathing. His heart was beating erratically. He kept repeating, “I’m safe. Not him. Ian’s not him. I’m safe.”
Next morning things didn’t go much better. Xander remained quiet as he cleaned up the glass and straightened up the destroyed house. Ian didn’t speak a word to him. A week later they still weren’t speaking. Grunts here or there. That was it. A week after that Ian “stumbled” on Xander’s stash. Two days after that he ran into Xander as he was making a purchase. No matter what he said, Xander didn’t believed Ian when he said he wasn’t following him. Ian forced Xander to throw everything away. All of his stash and hiding spots. Promised to get him help. Ian Archer wasn’t about to let something like this take his little brother away. Didn’t matter. Xander still snuck out, got high and saw his girl. His dealer.
Then Christmas break came. Christmas was awkward to say the least. For one day they pretend nothing was wrong. Gifts were exchanged. Ian made dinner. Overall it was once of the best Christmas’s Xander ever had. Five days before school started back up everything came to a head.
The silence was getting to him, driving him mad, at least in the other house there was always noise, sometimes too much. He couldn’t deal with it. He’d tried speaking to Ian, getting the older man to say something but Ian wouldn’t. When –and if – Ian spoke it was simple sentences or grunts. For the first time all break Ian left the house. No one watching Xander or making him hang out somewhere public. Xander, unsure what to make of it, made the resolve to not break his trust. He wanted to make it better. Three hours after Ian left, Xander’s phone went off.
“Hey there big man, wanna catch up or does your scary big brother still have you under lock and key?” Xander’s face flushed.
“I-I’m not under anyone’s lock and key!”
“Oh? Not even mine?”
“I….-“
“Never mind big man, I got a new shipment in, think it’s something you’re going to absolutely love. You game?”
“I can’t.
“What are you trying to quit or something?”
“….something like that.”
“It’s your brother isn’t it? He doesn’t like me so he’s hell bent on splitting us apart. Some big brother you’ve got.”
“He just wants what’s best for me.”
“And that’s not me?”
“I didn’t say…that.”
“Can we at least talk about this? Face to face.” Her voice was strained, so full of emotions. Xander never stood a chance. In less than a minute he caved to meeting her. An hour later he found himself standing outside her apartment, stomach in knots. They never talked about it, smoke instead. Ian didn’t meet his eyes that night. The next day Xander was harshly woken up to Ian standing in his doorway. “Ian?” he asked groggily, head pounding and eyes aching from the day before. “Ian?” Ian stared, not replying. He just looked at his little brother, eyes filled with pain and so much remorse. Turning to leave, he slammed the door shut as he left. “I…an?” The house felt so hollow without Ian there. Ian didn’t come home that night. Xander called his phone multiple times.
“Ian pick up. C’on tell me what’s going on? Where are you? Archy please call me back. I’m sorry. Please just come back.” The next call was to Ruby. She was the only other person he trusted. “C’on pick up. Please pick up….Ruby! Y-you know how you got a new shipment last night? Do you think…maybe I could get some? I kind of really need it right now.”
Ian walked into the dark house, head aching and liver protesting from the abuse. Flipping on a light he was surprised to see his little brother sitting in the middle of the eyes blown wide. He was starting at nothing. “The fuck you do this time Xant?” Xander didn’t answer, just fell onto his back and examined his hand like his was the most interesting thing he had ever seen. “Fuck this.” Ian walked over to Xander and grabbed his by his collar, pulling his up and to the couch. Storming off to Xander’s room he grabbed the kid’s backpack and dumped it out in front of him, watching as a small rusted box fell out. Walking to the bathroom he lifted the lose tile and pulled out a small baggy and dumped it onto of the box. Ian made one last sweep of the house, the last stop Xander’s room. He knew –knew- there was more. Then it clicked. Pulling out the science book, Ian found what he was looking for. The book was gouged and in its place were unmarked pills, and tongue suppressants. Cussing, Ian threw the book across the room, not caring when Xander filched at the loud echo. He dumped the last of the stash in front of Xander and disappeared. Xander tried to follow the other’s movements but found it too difficult to focus so instead he just focused on the ceiling. A loud slam caught his attention. Looking back towards the kitchen he was Ian, some kind of something and a small object. Cracking a grin Xander started nodding to music only he could here. “For every joint, pill, shot and fix you take I'm going to burn myself and you're going to watch.” Frowning, Xander watching as a bright color sprung up from his brother’s hands. Like magic. It was awesome. Until it wasn’t. Something was burning. Xander’s eyes widened as he watched the flames reach up and swallow Ian whole. His whole body started shaking as he closed his eyes and curled into a ball. “WATCH!” Xander cringed away from the demanding voice. Mumbling to himself that none of it was real. Ian was okay. It was all just a dream. Tears soaked his face as Ian pulled him closer and made him watch. Made Xander watch as his skin burned. The smell was so sickening that he threw up right there. “Every time Alexander.”
The next morning Xander didn’t leave his room. His whole body was sore and in so much pain. He felt liking the living dead. His eyes stung, head pounding and joints ached. His throat felt like sandpaper and everything seemed to move as waves of nauseous raked over his body. It took nearly all day for him to recover and the first thing Xander noticed was his phone was missing. Ian was sitting in the kitchen, head resting in his hands. Slowly he made his way out of his room and down the hallway towards the kitchen. Edging past Ian, Xander carefully and quietly grabbed a glass of water, hands shaking the whole time. He couldn’t look in Ian’s direction, let alone at what…he’d done. Xander wasn’t sure if it’d really happened. He didn’t want to know. Ian didn’t like fire. Hated it. His stomach churned. The glass shattered. Neither one made a move. Everything was swimming. Xander couldn’t, just couldn’t. Rushing back to his room, the younger Archer closed the door and hid. He stayed in his room until school started, only coming out when absolutely required or sneaking a small fix.
School was hell. Xander was sent home on the third day back. He was shaking and cold. The teacher was concerned and called Ian. The car ride home was quiet. Xander didn’t even try to make conversation. He felt like he was dying and he’d destroyed his relationship with his only family. Two blows one action. That had to be some kind of record.
The house was better off than the last few days. The furniture was in its rightful place, glass was cleaned up. The only difference was most of Xander’s stuff was gone? Taking inventory of his room, the high schooler realized all his books were missing. His laptop and desk chair were gone. Video games, TV, game system. All of them. Gone. He still hadn’t gotten his phone back. Sighing, Xander flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He deserved this. He’d brought it on himself.
Hiding in his room did nothing and Xander really needed a fix. It’d been too long. His body had grown accustom to being on something almost 24 hours a day. The pain was debilitating. Making up his mind, Xander decided once more. Once more and he’d be done. He’d get Ian to understand. He had too. He couldn’t stand to watch Ian burn anymore. Not for his mistakes. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself Xander took one last look at his empty room and slipped out the window. One last time. That’s what he kept telling himself.
Ruby didn’t seem at all surprised to see him. In fact she hardly even batted an eye at him. She was far to concerned with someone new. He was older looking and had a creepy vibe. And the smile! Xander had to suppress a shutter when the man smiled at him. After the man finally left Ruby acknowledged Xander’s existence. “Was wondering if you were ever coming back.”
“I uh…yeah…had some stuff to take care of.” He shifted awkwardly, rubbing one of his arms.
“And what? You think you can just walk back in here and pick back up from where we left off?”
“I…is that not….I can just leave if you’d like.” Xander hated this part. Ruby was pissed and instead of just telling him what was wrong she was going to ignore him and talk down to him. He hated it when she was like this. Ruby didn’t say anything, to preoccupied with counting her supplies. Xander took it as his queue to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going, Alex.” Xander cringed. No one called him that anymore.
“Was gonna leave. Thought it’s what you wanted.”
A soft smile met him as Ruby rose from her spot and tugged the poor boy over to her. “Why would I ever want you to leave? Come on, Alex, I wouldn’t want that. Come here,” placing a kiss on his forehead she continued on. “You know how I get after the big guy comes to see me. It’s nothing against you.” A kiss on his cheek. “You know, we really shouldn’t be fighting right now. There’s much more,” A kiss to the lips as one of her hands travels up and under his hoodie and shirt. “Fun things we could be doing.” He gave her a timid smile at the soft kiss. Shivered at the wondering hand and before long they were lost on the bed. Who knows for how long. After Ruby didn’t spare him a glace as she shot him up with something, only telling him it was what she needed. She walked off. Leaving him there. No warning. No nothing.
His fingers twitched a few times as the drug flooded his system and began to take effect. His stomach dropped as the first wave hit. It was stronger than anything he’d ever had before. Xander barely made it to the bathroom before upchucking everything in his stomach. Then came the dry heaving. Shaking, Xander desperately wished for his phone. All he wanted to do was call his brother. With wobbling legs, he slowly made his way through Ruby’s apartment. He was burning up from the inside out. What if he died? He couldn’t. Not with the way things were with Archy. He’d never forgive himself. Hell couldn’t be worse. Nothing could beat that.
Xander wasn’t sure how it happened but somehow he ended up at his old house, his mother’s house, curled in up a ball, shaking and crying. Something was chasing him. Always chasing him. It’d gotten Archy. Now he was all alone. Alone. Forever.
“His pulse is at 176. His breathing is erratic. Get him hooked up to an IV. Hey kid, you awake?” Everything was spinning as Xander drifted off into darkness.
Bright white lights greeted Xander when he awake. Was he in heaven? Couldn’t be. He’d never be allowed there. A hunched over figure caught his expression. Xander tried turning his head but the pain was too great. He settled for guessing but didn’t have to wait long. A doctor came in and started asking him all sorts of questions. Questions he couldn’t answer. Finally the doctor gave up and left. A sudden movement caught his attention and the next thing Xander knew was being engulfed in warmth and heat.
“Don’t ever fucking do that again!”
“A-archy?” Xander clung to his brother and cried as the haunting nightmares plagued his waking mind. Ian wasn’t dead. He was alive. He was safe. He was going to kill him. Xander didn’t even care. Ian stayed the whole night. Only leaving once the next day to grab some coffee. That’s all it took for Ruby to slip in. She looked down at him before slipping a piece of paper into his busted up hand. She gave him a harsh kiss and seemed to almost skip away. Xander was almost positive it was a dream until Ian saw the paper and crushed his coffee cup. He wasn’t really sure what was going on but he was released, into Ian’s custody.
Once home, Xander struggled to get to the couch. His body still felt weak and his chest hurt so badly. He never wanted to experience anything like that again. Ever. “Ian?” Ian didn’t reply. “I-Ian?” He tried again. Still nothing. Growing concerned, Xander looked to were his brother was standing. He was still there. This was reality. No walls shifting and opening the portal to hell. Just the normal off white walls and beige carpet. No demons, no monsters, just Ian. “Archy?” He tried, hoping for some kind of reaction. Still nothing. “J…jacob?” He tried tentatively, afraid of what would happen. Not what he expected.
Ian fell to his knees, tears falling from his eyes as he looked at his baby brother. He’d failed Xander. Failed to keep him safe. Failed to keep him out of trouble. And because of that he’d almost lost him. Jacob would never forgive himself if something happened to Xander. Never.
Something inside Xander broke. He’d never seen Ian cry before. Ever. No matter how bad things had gotten at the home Ian never once cried. He’d just make a cocky comment and brush it off. But this? This was something completely different. He’d never seen this side of his brother before. Tears sprung to his eyes as Xander made his way to Ian. “I’m sorry Ian. I’m sorry. Please don’t. Don’t blame yourself. I’m sorry. My fault. I’m the screw up. The fuck up. Please don’t cry. Please. I wanna quit. I’m just not strong enough. No more. Just stop crying please, Archy. Please.” He pleaded with his brother and hoped Ian heard him because he meant ever word. “I’m not strong enough…..”
