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A Fairy Tale II
by Kayla

Disclaimer: Do I really have to go through with this every time? ::sigh::

Warning: I mutilated Cinderella this time. And it's sort of a cross between the Grimm's version, and the Disney one, with my own stuff added in for spice. Be afraid. Be very afraid...

Once upon a time, there was a very happy family. A loving father, a devoted mother, and a handsome son, all living contentedly in their large manor. The son, whose name was Xander, grew up surrounded by the love of his parents, and he was a happy, carefree young lad. (Yeah, yeah, surprise. Hey, he's gonna get plenty of abuse later, can't he have a few momentshapphappy childhood? Geez!)

But, as often happens, tragedy befell this happy family. (What a shock, huh?) During the long winter months, Xander's mother fell prey to sickness, and it was only a few short weeks before she withered and faded away.

Xander mourned for the loss of his mother, and he watched as his father grew gaunt and frail, unable to cope with the death of the woman he loved. So he was somewhat surprised when, one spring morning, his father announced that he was to be wed again. Shortly thereafter, Xander met for the first time his new stepmother and two stepbrothers.

A year passed by. A lonely year for Xander. His father was gone on business much of the time, and Darla, his stepmother, ignored him for the most part. His stepbrothers, Penn and Parker, loved to torment him, and he often hid away in the woods nearby just to escape their bullying attentions.

Xander tried not to dwell on how wretched his life had become. Little did he know that it was about to get even worse. (Everyone go 'awwww'.)

It was mid-summer when the news came. It seemed that the ship Xander's father had been on was lost in a storm, and no survivors were to be found. And again, Xander mourned.

But Darla was content. Now, she was a wealthy widow, and could afford to outfit her sons as she felt befitted their station in life. She had no time to waste on the orphaned child of her dead husband.

Parker and Penn wasted no time in making Xander's life as miserable as possible. They tormented him mercilessly, stealing away all his finery and forcing him to dig for scraps of food in the kitchen. Soon, he had been reduced to nothing more than an ill-treated servant. He was hard pressed to remember his happy childhood under this very same roof.

~~~~~~

"Oh, you've bloody got to be kidding me!" Spike paced the chamber, glaring heatedly at his father.

"Nonsense," Angel retorted. "It's high time you were married, and if I left it up to you, I'd be dead of old age before you ever settled down."

Drusilla nodded. "Besides, my Spikey, you will be ever so happy with your kitty-pet, and the stars will bless your union." (Yes, Dru is still fairly nutso. What did you expect?)

"Mum! I don't want to get married!" Spike plopped himself down in a chair, arms crossed over his chest as he pouted. (And doesn't he look so cute when he does that? Oh, sorry.)

"Too bad." Angel ignored the pleading look in his child's bright blue eyes. "Everything has been arranged. The masquerade will last the weekend, and at the end, you will have chosen a consort." His expression turned fierce. "Or I will choose one for you."

"But--!"

"That is all that is going to be said about the matter. Now, I suggest you get yourself ready. You only have two days before the fun begins." Angel stood and took Drusilla by the arm, leading her from the chamber.

Spike groaned. "Bloody fucking hell!"

(By the way, do you find these little comments annoying? ::evil laughter:: Well, tough! ha!)

~~~~~~

Xander snuck away from the h, br, breaking into a run when he neared the treeline. Swiftly, he darted through the trees until he'd reached the meadow. His meadow. He slowed down, walking to the tree in the middle of the clearing. Crouching down, he crept through the swaying tendrils until he reached the trunk of the tree. With a sigh of relief, he sat, leaning against the cool bark of the willow.

"I hate it," he whispered miserably. "They did it again today. Took the dogs out hunting, then brought them in the house after so they tracked mud all over the place. And guess who got to clean it?" He sniffled. "Then Parker thought it would be funny to scatter his buckshot all over the floor and make me pick it all up. And he said if I missed any, I'd get a beating I'd never forget." He shifted stiffly, wincing.

"He used a riding crop this time," Xander choked out. "I guess it's better than when Penn uses his fists. At least nothing got broken." (Anyone need a tissue yet?)

There was a small breeze, and two brightly colored creatures flitted by him, one landing on each shoulder. (And no, Jess, these are not little Oz/Lindsey incarnations of Good-Conscience/Bad-Conscience!)

"You should leave, yes you should. Leave that awful nasty place," one of them said in a tinkling little voice.

"Oh yes," the other agreed. "Bad bad nasty place, not good for you, not good at all."

"I...I can't," Xander told them sadly. "It's...it's my home. Where would I go?"

"Oh."

"Oh." There were tiny twin sighs as the little sprites slumped down dejectedly.

The tiny redheaded sprite launched herself off away from Xander, landing on the ground beside him. "Are you hurt a lot?" she asked. "Let us see, we can help you."

The blonde sprite landed beside her companion. "Yes," she agreed, "Willow and I are ever so good at fixing you up." To Willow, she added, "After all, we've done it enough times." (Told ya. Don't worry, Oz and Lindsey have a cameo appearance later on, ok?)

"Shush, Tara!" Willow hissed back. Louder, she said to Xander, "Come come, take off the shirt! Let us see."

With a sigh, knowing that the tiny beings would nag incessantly until he did what they told him to, Xander carefully removed his shirt. He lay down on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms.

Tara and Willow flitted through the air over his back, making small noises of distress as they mapped the network of bruises and cuts. Holding hands as they hovered over Xander, they began to chant. Soon, a rosy glow enveloped Xander, and when it had dissipated, the wounds on his back had faded to almost nothing.

Xander flexed his muscles, sighing in relief at the lack of pain. He rolled over onto his back. "Thanks, guys," he whispered.

"Welcome, always welcome!" Willow chirped in response. "Hafta get away soon, though, Xanny. Bad things will happen if you stay."

"Much much bad things. Worse than ever. Hafta go. Promise? Soon?" Tara gazed at him beseechingly.

"I...I'll try, ok? But...I just don't know...I mean..." He shrugged sadly. Quickly, he tugged his shirt back on. "I have to get back now. Chores." He grimaced. Then, blowing farewell kisses to the sprites, he headed back to the house.

"Bye Xan."

"Bye Xanny."

They watched until he was gone, then turned to each other. "Gotta get him away," Tara said forcefully.

Willow nodded. "Bad bad brother people, nasty boys. Hurt our Xanny. Xanny needs to be happy."

"Can we help? Should we? What do we do?"

Willow thought for a moment, then grinned. "Giles will know, he's ever so smart. He can help us make Xanny happy."

Tara clapped her hands in glee, following Willow as she zoomed away.

~~~~~~

Xander arrived at the house to find Parker and Penn dancing joyfully in the foyer, watched over by a beaming Darla. He tried to blend into the shadows as he slunk past, not wanting to attract any undue atten.
n.

"You! Dirtboy! Been wallowing in the mud again?" Penn raced over and yanked him away from the wall, dragging him to the center of the room.

Parker wrinkled his nose. "Good lord, you're filthy! Can't you ever manage to look halfway decent?" He cuffed Xander upside the head.

"Boys. Boys!" Darla clapped her hands until she had her sons' attention. "No time for this," she told them sternly. "You only have until tomorrow night to get your costumes ready. After all, you wouldn't want to disappoint our handsome prince. Our handsome, single, consort-seeking prince." She grinned, a scheming glint in her eyes. "Now, all the eligible men and women have been invited, so we'll have to make sure you boys outshine the rest."

"All..." Xander whispered.

"Xander! Make sure my best clothes are pressed and ready!" Penn ordered.

"Wait your turn!" Parker told his brother. "He has to get my things ready first!"

"I'm the eldest," Penn retorted. "You can have him after he gets my costume ready!" (No! Get those thoughts out of your head! No sexual innuendo here...not yet at least. I'll let you know when it turns up.)

"But," Xander interjected softly, "What about me? What shall I wear?"

The room grew silent as his stepfamily gaped at him in amazement. Then, Penn and Parker collapsed on the floor in hysterics, clutching their sides as they rolled around laughing.

Darla gave Xander a pitying smile. "Oh Xander," she explained quite calmly and rationally. "You can't for a moment imagine that the prince would want you. You're just..." she waved a hand at him, "a serving boy. A dirty one at that. And not nearly as handsome as my sons. You'd just be an embarrassment if you showed your face. No, it's best you stay here and occupy yourself with chores, while your betters see to the masquerade." With that devastating pronouncement, Darla swept out of the room.

Penn managed to collect himself enough to glare at Xander. "Uppity little worm," he growled. "You'd better get those ridiculous ideas out of your head right now. And don't dawdle working on my costume. I expect you to have it finished by tonight." He stalked from the room.

Parker scowled at Xander. "Yeah, and don't forget about my costume, either. And it had better be damn nice looking, too!" He spun around and walked away. Over his shoulder he added, "Oh, and be sure to clean the main hall. There are dog tracks all over the place. Make yourself useful for a change."

Xander watched him go, tears glistening in his eyes.

~~~~~~

"But...I could stay outside and watch the horses!"

"No."

"Please! I don't even have to go inside...I just want to see the palace. Can't I just go and, I dunno, pretend to be a valet or something?" Xander pleaded with his stepmother, hoping to get her to relent.

Darla snarled in frustration. "Xander, give it a rest! You. Are. Not.ng! ng! Deal with it."

"But--"

"Penn! Parker! The carriage is ready, come downstairs so we can leave!" She hurried away from him, ignoring his persistent pleas.

Penn and er, er, dressed in their masks and finery, strode grandly down the stairs. As they passed Xander, they shoved him to the floor, snickering loudly as his head smacked against the marble tile. They met their mother at the door, and the trio made their way out to the carriage and drove away.

Xander sniffled softly as he rubbed his aching head. Struggling to his feet, he ran across the floor to the back of the house, running outside to get to his tree.

He collapsed under it, hiding his face and sobbing quietly.

"Xan?"

"Xander?"

"Are you ok?"

"What's wrong?"

Xander rubbed frantically at his eyes, then glanced up at Willow and Tara. "They wouldn't let me go to the masquerade," he mumbled. "I just wanted to see the palace. I didn't even ask to go inside. Why couldn't they just let me go?"

Willow and Tara exchanged a long, significant look. "Do you think?" Willow asked softly.

"Oh yes, it's perfect?" Tara whispered back.

Willow grinned. "Xan, we can help. We saw Giles, and he told us of this wonderful spell! We can get you to the party!" (Woo-hoo!)

Xander wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. "How?"

Tara giggled. Grabbing Willow's hand, she began to chant.

Xander started with surprise as the willow tree began to quiver. Then, the most splendid outfit, all shiny blue silk with sparkling silver trim, dropped into his lap. He gasped, fondling the fabric reverently.

"Put it on, put it on!" Willow demanded happily.

With a huge smile, Xander complied, slipping into the luxurious outfit. The shirt billowed around him loosely, while the pants clung to him as like a second skin. Soft leather boots fit his feet perfectly, and an ornate mask covered his face, leaving only his mouth and chin bare. His dark eyes shone happily through the feathers and gems on the mask. "Thank you!" he gasped in wonder. "Thank you so much!"

Tara and Willow just giggled and flitted through the air. "Hurry hurry, mustn't be late! Hafta go now!"

"And be back by midnight! The spell won't last any longer than that!" (Yes, I know, you're all hoping he forgets so he ends up nekkid in Spike's arms. Well, tough. :P)

Xander nodded and rushed away.

~~~~~~

Spike glared at his father again, then turned back to the bustling crowd of people. He wasn't fooling himself. He knew that these prospective consorts all wanted just one thing...the crown. They wanted to become pampered royalty. They couldn't care less about him, seeing him as only the means to get what they wanted.

With a growl, Spike lurched out of his throne. "This is ridiculous," he snarled at Angel.

"Spike." Angel spoke with warning clear in his voice. "Just remember. If you don't pick someone, I will."

Spike snarled at him, then wheeled around and stalked off the dais. He worked hard to evade the clutching fingers that grabbed at him as he walked past. He made it out of the ballroom, slamming the door shut behind him. "Bloody stupidest idea my wanker of a father has ever had!" he muttered darkly as he walked. He eyed the as-yet-unused mask in his hand, then tossed it to the floor. He was about to sneak back to his rooms when he heard footsteps behind. With a hiss of annoyance, he snatched up the mask and donned it, hoping it would do to conceal his identity from whatever power-hungry little slut had followed him out here.

~~~~~~

Xander gazed around him in awe as he walked down the empty hallway. He could hear faint bits of music drifting in the air, and was trying to follow them to the masquerade. But the palace was huge, and he quickly became lost. He rounded a corner, almost bumping into the man there. "Oh!" he gasped out. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" He blushed in embarrassment, grateful that his face was hidden behind the mask.

He cringed away from the blue eyes that seemed to glare at him in annoyance. Backing away, he stuttered out, "I-I-I was just l-looking for the p-party. I th-think I got lost. Um, c-could you show me how to get there?"

Spike cocked his head and studied the flustered young man in front of him. "Why?" He asked abruptly. "Wanna see if you can get your claws into the prince? Hook yourself a bit of royalty?" His lip curled up in a sneer.

Xander almost laughed. "Are you kidding?" he choked out. "Why would the prince ever want me? No, I just wanted to come to the party." He ducked his head as he admitted, "I've never been to a masquerade before." (Yes, he has self-esteem problems. Wouldn't you?)

Spike was actually taken aback at this response. He eyed the other man's figure, noting with appreciation the play of muscles under the shirt, and the delicious looking outline of his groin. He grinned. "Well, so long as you're here, why don't I...show you around a bit?"

Xander blinked in surprise. "Oh, you're familiar with the palace?"

"Could say that, pet. Grew up here, my parents have, er, worked here all their lives. Sort of gets me an unofficial invite to the parties they throw." He linked his arm with thher her man's. "C'mon. Lemme show you some...paintings." (Now that was sexual innuendo, baby!)

"Ok." Xander let himself be lead down several hallways and into a large chamber. He stared around, perplexed. "I don't see any paintings," he said slowly. (He's very naive. Ain't it cute?)

Spike smirked. He tugged his companion over to the very large table in the center of the room. Quickly, he stripped out of his shirt and sprawled out on the table invitingly. He played idly with his nipples, and whispered in a husky voice, "Wouldn't you rather see me, pet? Touch me?"

Xander gasped and backed up a step, once more blushing furiously. "I...I...I..."

"What? Don't tell me you've never done this before. A strapping lad like you?" Spike's grin slowly slid off his face as the other man just stared fixedly at the floor. He sat up in shock. "You're joking! You've never...you're...I mean...well fuck!"

"I'm sorry," Xander whispered. "I...I'll go now." He spun around, stumbling as he tried to rush from the room. Strong hands caught him, pulling him against a smooth, muscled chest. He gasped in surprise.

"Oh, don't be like that, pet. It's ok. I won't hurt you. I'll make you feel real good. I promise." Spike bent his head and nibbled at the man's tender neck. "Lemme touch you, pet. Lemme touch you all over." (::whimper::)

Xander whimpered, arching his back as warm lips traveled down his throat to nip at his shoulder. He barely noticed as deft fingers slipped inside his shirt, too distracted by the mouth that descended on his, and the tongue that demanded entrance. Then he felt his shirt shoved up, and his pants opened and yanked down. He opened dazed eyes, panting harshly. "What--?"

"Shh, pet." Spike silenced the boy with another kiss. "Everything's fine. I just wanna..." He laid his willing captive out on the floor, crouching over him as he unlaced his own pants. Then, he lod hid himself onto tarm,arm, hard body.

Xander yelped as the man settled onto him, and their groins came into contact. A slick erection bumped against his own, and he groaned. Hardly knowing what to do, he followed his instincts and wrapped his legs around his...lover. He gasped as he thought that word. Lover. Then he gasped again as his lover thrust against him.

Spike once again sought the boy's lips as he began to move his hips. They both began to move frantically, quickly reaching shuddering climaxes. Spike collapsed onto his lover, licking at the beads of sweat that had formed on his tanned skin.

Xander was almost shaking from the intensity of the encounter. He'd never experienced anything like this. Never even dreamed that this could ever happen to him. He sighed happily.

Spike didn't exactly understand what he was doing here. Sure, he's gotten off. But...why was he still hanging about? It wouldn't do to get the boy's hopes up that this was anything more than a casual fling. The boy...he didn't even know his name! 'And you're not gonna ask, neither!' he told himself sternly. Instead, he contented himself with lazy kisses, slowly letting the passion build between them once more.

~~~~~~

Xander felt like an overcooked noodle. He'd never been so relaxed in his entire life. Whoever this mystery man was, he'd managed to make Xander cum more times in one night than he'd ever thought possible. He let his hands slide over smooth, pale flesh, grinning. Yawning, he happened to catch sight of a clock, and he stiffened when he realized how late it was. "It's almost midnight," he said in a hushed voice. (See? He remembered.)

Spike lifted his head and squinted at the clock. "S'pose it is at that," he murmured sleepily.

Xander struggled out from under the other man, and began pulling his clothing back into place.

"'Ey, what are you doing?" Spike frowned as he watched his playtoy get dressed.

"I have to go," Xander explained quietly.

"Bollocks." Spike glared. "You can stay the night, no one will care." He ignored the voice inside him that was whispering how much he was starting to care. (He's such a softie.)

Xander leaned over and pressed one last kiss on those lips that had done such magical things to him. "Thank you," he said quietly. "Tonight was wonderful." Then he stood and walked quickly from the room.

Bewildered, Spike touched his lips, watching the boy go. "Well...shit." He scrambled up and yanked on enough clothing to make himself decent. Rushing to the door, he peered down the hallways. Too late. There was no sight of the delicious young man with whom he'd whiled away the last few hours. "Bloody fucking hell!"

~~~~~~

Xander went through his day in a daze, not even noticing how Penn and Parker strove to torment him. All he could think about was the hours he spent in another man's arms. He could barely wait until that evening, and when his stepbrothers and stepmother had finally gone, he dashed back out to his willow tree.

"Willow! Tara!" he called.

The sprites appeared, beaming when they saw his flushed complexion. "I think someone got lucky last night," Tara giggled. (Yeah, and he probably ain't the only one, judging by those matching hickeys on your necks, you little sprite hussies!)

Xander blushed, but his eyes twinkled merrily. "Can you do it again?" he asked breathlessly. "I have to go back tonight! He might be there!"

Willow and Tara squealed in delight over seeing their Xander so happy. They went through their spell again, and once more a gorgeous outfit appeared, this time all in red and silver.

Xander donned it quickly and left the sprites with a distracted wave of his hand.

~~~~~~

Spike studied himself in the mirror. He nodded. No one would ever know it was the prince in this disguise. He was free to mingle without having to worry about being accosted by unwanted suitors.

He left his rooms and made his way to where the masquerade had already started that night. Slipping inside the ballroom, he lingered on the outskirts, searching.

He don't know what caught his attention about the figure, but somehow, he just knew it was the one he was searching for. Shoving his way through the crowd, he grasped the man's arm. "Care for a dance?" he purred.

Xander smiled, realizing it was him. He nodded shyly.

They danced for hours. Spike made sure to keep a firm grip on his prize, and growled harshly at anyone who dared tried to cut in on them. Finally, he could bear it no longer. "Pet," he spoke into an ear before he licked it briefly, "how about coming and seeing more of the...paintings?" (I'm assuming you've figured out the innuendo here, yes?)

Xander immediately felt himself grow hard, and he stifled a groan. Instead, he just nodded, then went alone bemusedly as his lover dragged him from the room.

Spike held fast to the boy as he hurried through deserted hallways. Finally, though, he paused for a moment, eyeing a shadowy alcove. He nodded in satisfaction.

Xander was panting lightly by the time they came to a halt. He blinked as he found himself shoved down onto a bench, then pressed back against the wall. "I--"

"Hush, pet." Spike kissed him gently, putting a stop to any further words. Then he set his fingers to work unfastening the clothest hit hid such a firm, gorgeous body.

Before Xander even fully realized what was happening, his erection had been released from its bindings and sucked into a hot, wet mouth. Xander whimpered as a wickedly talented tongue danced along his sensitive flesh, teasing him until he was nearly crying from the exquisite torture. (Gee, wish I could get tortured like that...)

Spike grinned around his mouthful, then sucked even harder. A strangled scream alerted him, and he eagerly swallowed what he could of his lov-- er, his playtoy's juices. After lapping the tender, softened flesh clean, he surged upward, forcefully plundering the boy's mouth with his own. "Like that, pet?" he breathed.

Xander stared at his lover wide-eyed, nodding shakily.

"Wanna repay the favor?"

Xander stifled a groan of lust, and nodded again. Soon, their positions were reversed, and Xander was on his knees facing a hard, leaking cock. Tentatively, he reached out and stroked it gently. This elicited a moan of approval from his lover, so he did it again. Then, hoping to provide the same intense experience he'd just had, he bent forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of the other man's cock.

Spike hissed in pleasure, forcibly restraining himself from immediately thrusting deep. Instead, he let his comb lightly through soft, dark hair. "Yeah, pet," he whispered. "Suck me harder." He winced. "Um, mind the teeth, would ya? Oh, yeeeah!" He began to pant as his pet proved just how quick a learner he was. (Learning can be fun!)

Xander struggled to take more into his mouth, almost gagging at one point. He heard a whisper of 'Just relax, pet,' and did so. To his surprise, he managed to swallow over half of the thick length.

Spike shouted hoarsely, and began to murmur nonsensical words of encouragement as he was licked and suckled. His breath was coming in gasps as he felt himself nearing his climax.

Feeling his lover's body trembling under his fingertips, Xander felt a flash of pride run through him. He had done this, made someone feel this good! The fingershis his hair tightened suddenly, and he pulled back a bit. Then, there was a burst of wetness across his tongue, and he coughed, jerking his head away. He licked his lips, watching in wonder as his lover's cock spurted its salty fluid all over them.

With one last whimper, Spike relaxed, reclining bonelessly on the bench. "God, Kitten, you are too good at that!" he croaked. (Oh, lookie, Xander got a pet name!)

Xander sighed happily and crawled up beside the other man. He kissed him gently on the shoulder. "Tonight was like...heaven," he said quietly. "I wish I didn't have to go."

"Hmm?" Spike answered distractedly. He petted whatever bits of skin he could reach, feeling content for almost the first time in his life.

Xander kissed his lover once more, then pulled away. "I have to go," he explained. "It's getting late."

"Mmmm." Spike pulled him back for another kiss, not really registering whe whe was saying.

Xander moaned as they kissed again, but forced himself to break away. "Thank you," he whispered as he redid his clothes. "It's been so wonderful." With a last wistful glance at his dazed lover, Xander turned and hurried away.

Spike smiled and opened his eyes. "Kitten?" he murmured, reaching out for the boy. He sat up with a frown. "Pet?"

Cursing, he stumbled to his feet, holding his clothes in place. He darted out of the alcove, staring down the empty halls. "Damn it! Not again!"

~~~~~~

Angel frowned at his son. "Spike, are you listening to me?"

Spike nodded as he stared out the window. "Uh-huh. Sure thing, Pop. I'll do it tomorrow."

Angel nodded, staring at Spike closely. "So, anyway, I told Dru that you were ok with her wanting to dress you like a girl and put ribbons in your hair for the wedding. And she wants to do your makeup, too. She's got the perfect dress picked out; it's orange with pink ruffles." (Ack, the mental image...)

"Right. Sounds great."

Angel rolled his eyes, flinging his hands up in exasperation. "I don't know why I even bother," he muttered. "Spike!"

Spike jerked his head around, almost falling off his chair. "What?" he snarled.

"Have you heard a word I've said?"

"'Course I have!"

Shaking his head ruefully, Angel stood. "Well, I can see this is pointless. Have you at least tried to find a suitable consort at the masquerade yet? You only have one more night."

Spike shifted uncomfortably. "Um, see, the thing is..."

"Save the excuses, all right? But I want a name by tomorrow, or you might just end up with that little blonde hunter girl...Buffy I think was her name." He grinned. "Now there's a woman who could handle you. And she looks like she'd be a good breeder, too." (::snort::)

Spike grimaced. "I'm bloody well not gettin' shackled to some bint named Buff>!">!"

Angel slammed his fist against the wall. "Then I suggest you damn well find someone yourself! Am I understood?"

Spike nodded sullenly.

"Wonderful. Then I'll expect the good news tomorrow." With a swirl of his cape (heh), he stalked out of the room.

~~~~~~

Xander paced back and forth under the willow tree. He chewed nervously on his fingernails, wondering why his magical little helpers had yet to show up. He heaved a sigh of relief when he finally saw two bright lights flitting across the clearing toward him. "You're late! What if I missed him? What if...what if he left early? I have to see him again...it's the last night of the masquerade!"

Tara giggled. "Xanny's got a cru-ush!" she sang gleefully.

Xander blushed and swatted at her playfully. "Stop it! Just...do the spell already! Please?"

The sprite worked their magic one last time, and a costume of shimmering black and sliver dropped from the tree. Tara and Willow couldn't help drooling a bit themselves when they saw how delicious Xander looked in the outfit.

Xander smoothed out his clothes. Slipping on his mask, he gave the sprites a look of deep gratitude. "Look, um, thanks guys. I...these last few days have been the best in my life, and I owe it to you. I just...thanks. Ok?"

Willow darted in close, brushing a ticklish kiss on Xander's ear. "Friends help, Xan. And you're our bestest human friend ever!"

Tara made shooing motions with her hands. "Now go! And don't do anything we wouldn't!" (Short list, huh?)

Xander laughed loudly, then raced off.

~~~~~~

Spike snarled as he prowled the outskirts of the ballroom. He had yet to spot his sexy little pet, and it was starting to frustrate him. He had plans for this evening, and they did not include letting the boy escape again! His time was up, and if he was goto bto be forced to marry some total stranger, then he might as well pick the one he already knew was a bloody good lay!

Now, if the whelp would just show up!

Growling as one of the guests lurched into him, he gave up his post by the main doors. Instead, he decided to lurk--er, patrol the side hallways, since the boy never seemed to come in the front doors anyway.

Spike caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, and he whirled around. Adatodatory grin lit up his face. "Oh, pe-et!" he crooned, causing the figure to jump and spin around to face him.

Xander heaved a sigh of relief. He had come! Unthinking, he flung himself upon the other man.

Spike gave an 'oomph' of surprise when the solid body forcefully contacted with his. He still had the presence of mind, however, to take the opportunity to grope as many accessible parts as possible.

Xander laughed, squirming under the wandering hands that seemed to cling persistently to his, um, unmentionable parts. (Yes, yes, I know they've been mentioned before. Gimme a break, this was at one point a children's story!)

Spike groaned. "I want you, luv." He peppered those lush, tempting lips with kisses, barely even giving either of them time to catch a breath.

"Oh, yes..." Xander pressed himself even tighter against his lover.

Spike tore himself away from his pet's tempting body. Taking him by the arm, Spike led his dazed companion through a maze of hallways.

Xander stopped in his tracks when they entered an opulent bedroom. Awestruck, he gaped at the luxurious suite. "Wow," he breathed. "I don't...should we be in here?" (So naive, ain't he? Still hasn't figured out he's been shaggin' the prince. ::giggle::)

Spike didn't answer. Instead, he slowly peeled off his shirt, then sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots and pants. Then, naked but for his mask, he laid himself out on the soft mattress. "Well? What are you waitin' for, luv?"

Xander shut his mouth with a 'snap'. Hastily, he peeled out of his own clothing, then crawled onto the bed to lay beside his lover. "Are you sure we should--"

Spike cut his words off with a kiss. "Hush, pet. It'll be fine, you'll see." He collected himself. "You know, tonight is the unmasking." He fingered the edges of his own mask, the reached out to touch the other man's.

Xander blushed. "What if you don't like what you see?"

"Not possible, luv. 'Sides, I certainly like everything else you have." He smirked.

Xander made a noise of contentment, then curled up against his lover's pale chest. "Will I ever see you again after this?" he asked with a hint of sadness.

"Count on it." Spike stroked the muscled contours of his pet's back, dipping a hand down to brush over the tempting swell of his buttocks. He groaned. "I want you so much, luv. Can I...?" He quirked a finger gently, pressing between soft cheeks and rubbing it over the tight ring of muscle hidden there.

Xander sucked in a surprised breath. Shakily, he replied, "Um, I...ok." He wiggled around as the finger continued to circle that spot, pressing gently against him. (Oh goody, the tender breaking-in-of-the-virgin scene! ::ducks thrown vegetables:: Oh, sorry. ::nervous laughter:: Um, I won'terrterrupt the smut anymore, promise.)

Spike kissed him. "You'll love it, kitten. I promise. I'd never hurt you." He rolled away momentarily, retrieving the small container of oil that he'd stashed under the bed. Then he was back, soothing quivering skin with firm, loving strokes.

Xander sucked in a startled breath when a slick finger penetrated him. He squirmed uncomfortably, yelping as that finger touched something incredibly responsive inside him. Hesitantly, he pressed back, wanting to feel it again.

Spike couldn't believe how receptive his kitten was to this. The tight opening quickly became relaxed and stretched as he worked his finger around, so he was quick to add another. The boy was practically begging, now, making those little whimpering sounds that just drove Spike insane.

Xander moaned as something larger than a finger, or even three, began to tease its way inside him. He did his best to relax, loving how he was being filled.

Spike gasped as he was fully sheathed. The tight, hot body encasing him, rhythmically flexing around him. He couldn't hold back, he had to move. Slowly at first, he began to rock his hips, building up speed when his lover thrust eagerly against him, accepting him.

Xander felt hands pulling up on his hips, raising him to his knees. The new position provided just the right angle to stimulate that mysterious bundle of nerves inside him. And the hand that reached under his body, grabbing hold of his cock and pumping it steadily...the intensity of it all was too much for Xander, and he came with a muffled scream.

Spike howled as his cock was gripped tight in rippling flesh. He grunted, slamming in one last time before he came as well. For an endless moment, the two were locked together in a perfect picture of passion, until they finally collapsed breathlessly.

~~~~~~

(Yes, I edited the rest of the sex. Hey, they deserve some privacy, don't they?)

Xander yawned sleepily, cuddling up to the warm body next to him. The fact that he was actually next to a warm body was enough to make his eyes fly open in wonder. Slowly, he sp, cp, careful not to disturb the sleeping man next to him. He blushed as he stared at the pale, naked body, hardly daring to believe that the last few hours had actually happened.

Of course, he only had to shift slightly to feel the lingering ache that reminded him what exactly they had done. He wondered if his bedmate had that same ache as well. He should, considering their...activities.

Xander grinned. With the lightest touch possible, he reached for his lover's mask. Holding his breath, he gently removed it. The perfectly sculpted face underneath nearly brought tears to his eyes. Even the scar on one eyebrow didn't detract from his pale beauty. Unable to help himself, Xander bent to place a loving kiss on his swollen lips.

The sound of a clock chiming the hour startled him, and his heart nearly leapt from his chest. "No," he whispered. "It can't be. Not so soon..." But a look at the clock by the bed confirmed the time.

Xander rummaged frantically for his clothes as he heard the clock continue to chime midnight. He tugged on his pants, then scooped up the rest of his things in his arms. He paused beside the bed, were his lover slumbered on. "I...I think I love you," he murmured softly, almost tearfully. Shaking himself from his reverie, he hurried quietly from the room.

Once out of the room, he found he had absolutely no idea how to get out of the palace. Picking a hallway at random, he raced down it, knowing that no matter how he rushed, there was no way he'd be able to make it away from the palace before midnight.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, he felt a tingling sensation creep up his legs. Looking down, he gaped at the sparkling mist that had begun to envelop him. Before he could react, he was totally covered by the mist, and he felt the floor twist under him.

Xander grunted as he landed on the unforgiving ground. Groaning, he sat up and looked around. He was back in the meadow, next to the willow tree. He crawled over to the tree, glaring at the innocent-looking sprites he found there. "You didn't tell me that was going to happen!" he snapped.

Willow blinked. "Um...oops?" (::snicker::)

"We told you the spell ended at midnight," Tara offered bashfully.

"Well, excuse me for thinking that you only meant my clothes and stuff would disappear! If I'd known I'd just go 'poof' and end up back here anyway, I could have spent more time with...with..." He frowned. "Damn," he whispered, "I don't even know his name. How will I find him again?" Dejected, he slumped down against the tree.

Willow patted him apologetically. "It'll turn out ok, really. Promise."

Xander sniffled miserably. "Yeah, sure," he said in a dispirited voice. Sadly, he rose to his feet and changed back into his own clothes. He gave a last, wistful glance to the costume he'd worn, then began to trudge back to the house.

Tara wiped a tear off her cheek. "Oh, this is ever so sad," she said as she watch him go. She turned to Willow. "Why are you smiling? This is not good, so not good!"

Willow giggled. She pointed at the pile of clothes Xander had left behind. "There's a boot missing," she informed her fellow sprite.

Tara shrugged. "So?"

Rolling her eyes, Willow gave Tara a look of exasperation. "He has it. It would only be polite to return it to its rightful owner, don't you think?"

Comprehension dawned on Tara's face. "Oh! And he'll come find our Xanny and take him far far away from this awful place! Oh, goody!" She clapped her hands gleefully.

"Yep." Willow nodded smugly, and the two burst into delighted giggles.

~~~~~~

"He wasn't even fucking there!" Penn slammed his hand into the wall. Xander winced and did his best to remain unnoticed as he picked up the pieces of china that Penn had broken in his rage.

"Maybe he was and we just didn't see him. There were a lot of people there." Parker shrugged, seemingly not as perturbed as his brother.

Penn rounded on him in fury. "How could we possibly not notice! How many pale, blue-eyed, bleached-blonde men do you think there are around? And he's a little hard to miss what with the scar above his eye and everything. Only an idiot wouldn't recognize him! And no one saw him at the unmasking!"

Xander froze. His eyes grew wide with disbelief. Thinking back to his brief glimpse of his lover, he slowly realized that Penn's description of the prince pretty much matched his mystery. In shock, he lost his hold on the bucket of broken china pieces he'd picked up, and it went crashing to the floor.

That was all the excuse Penn needed. He strode across the room and belted Xander across the face, sending him reeling.

Parker sighed. "Now Penn, you know how crass that is." He stood and sauntered over to join his brother. "Bruises are so gauche, not to mention the damage it does to your fists." He sneered down at Xander. "Now, lash marks, on the other hand. They have such a sense of...style." (Poor, poor Xander...)

~~~~~~

Angel stroked his wife's arm. "Well, Spike, have you chosen?"

Spike shuffled his feet awkwardly. "Um, well, yeah...sort of."

"Sort of? Dare I ask what you mean by that?"

"Well, see, it's like this. We met, and we hit it off really well, and we kind of go, ummm, involved with...other things. So, I didn't exactly get his name." He refused to look at his father.

"No name." Angel sighed in exasperation. "Well then, what did he look like? Perhaps we can figure out who he is."

Spike flushed. "Yeah, ok, but um...I kind of...flspnhlft."

"You what?"

Spike took a deep breath. "IfellasleepbeforetheunmaskingandheleftbeforeIgottoseehim," he said in a rush.

Drusilla clapped her hands, laughing delightedly. "The kitty snuck away in the dark, and the fog stole him away to the crying tree!" (Don't you just love her insights?)

Angel blinked. "Um, yes, thank you dear." He turned back to his son. "So, you have no way of knowing who this mystery fellow is?"

"Well, I do have a boot he left behind," Spike told him hopefully, holding it up.

"A boot." Angel rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache forming there. "And just what," he said through gritted teeth, "is that going to do for us?"

Spike backed up a step. "Ummm..."

Drusilla spoke up again. "The shoe fits the one who wears it." She scowled. "But the naughty ones will try and trick you. Beware the ones who limp, their greedy claws may scratch deep. But they hide the truth, with blood and pain they strive to silence it. Don't be fooled." She nodded wisely.

"That is so freaky," Spike muttered under his breath. (You have no idea...)

Angel just beamed at her. "Smashing idea, my love." He called his officials forward. "Let it be now decreed that the man who can wear that boot shall be wed to my son!" He waved at them impatiently. "Well, what are you waiting for? Start searching!"

~~~~~~

Darla looked in on her sons. "Are you boys quite finished?" she asked in an annoyed voice.

Parker tore his eyes away from the masterpiece he and his brother had wrought upon Xander's flesh. (Can we say 'ow'?) He absently wiped at a spot of blood on his cheek. "What is it, mother?"

She surveyed them critically. "You should get cleaned up, and put on your best clothes."

"And why's that?"

Darla grinned. "Haven't you heard? The prince has chosen a consort...but he doesn't know who it is!"

Parker frowned. "That...makes absolutely no sense at all, mother."

"Well, it seems that the prince, hmmm, 'entertained' a mystery guest, and he never actually got to see who it was, nor did he get a name. All he has is a boot, and the king has proclaimed that whoever the boot fits will be the prince's new consort!" She laughed triumphantly. "All we have to do is get one of you boys into that boot, and we'll be royalty!"

A look of renewed hope dawned on the boys' faces.

"Now," Darla clapped her hands, "we have to be ready when the king's officials arrive. They're due here early this evening." She gave Xander's unconscious form a disgusted look. "Oh, and do remember to put away your toys when you're done playing." Darla left the room, smiling indulgently at her sons. (You want to just smack her, don't you?)

Parker laughed. "Well, the day is looking brighter already. You get that end, Penn. We'll put this little Dirtboy out in the stables where he belongs...with all the other animals!"

~~~~~~

Spike scowled at the manor. "Bugger this, I'm bloody sick of being fawned over by these damned idiots." He glared at his father's officials. "You go in and do the shoe thing. I'm gonna stay right here."

The officials looked at each other and shrugged, then filed out of the carriage and up to the house.

"They're here!" Darla glared at her sons. "Would you two sit down and stop fidgeting about?" Pasting a large smile on her face, she whisked the front doors open and ushered the king's officials inside.

Penn, being the eldest, was the first to try on the boot. He snarled as he tried to shove his extremely large foot inside. Seeing his troubles, Darla hissed in his ear, "Cut something off it, you lummox! You won't need to walk anywhere when you're married to the prince!" Then she fluttered over to the officials, distracting them. (Ah, mother love. Ain't it grand?)

Parker snickered and handed Penn one of his knives. "Need any help?"

Penn swatted at him in annoyance, but took the knife. Bracing himself, he sliced down, cutting of his big toe. Mouth tight with pain, he managed to stuff his foot into the boot. He stood with a grimace.

Darla pointed. "Look! It fits!"

The officials stared at him suspiciously, but the boot did indeed fit. With a collective sigh of relief that their search was over, they led Penn out of the house.

~~~~~~

Spike lounged indolently against the carriage. Something tickled against his neck, and he swatted at it unconsciously. A barely audible giggle made his look around, but he saw no one. A commotion at the door drew his attention, and he straightened, watching as his father's officials led out a young man. As they came closer, he searched the man for some sign of his kitten.

He frowned. Something wasn't quite right about his eyes...and was he limping?

'Blood, see the blood, look look, he's bleeding. Wrong wrong, not the one, send him back!' (Ohh, hear the voices. Do what the voices tell you...)

Spike twitched at the whispering in his ears, but he did look down at the foot in question. He lifted an eyebrow. "Pardon me, but you seem to be bleeding." His eyes narrowed, and he shoved the man down to the ground, yanking to boot off.

"Soddin' hell! That is just gross! Would someone get rid of this idiot?" He glared at the officials, who looked somewhat abashed about the mistake. The imposter was quickly ushered back inside.

~~~~~~

Darla clenched her fists, her nails digging bloody half-moons into her palms. Grabbing Parker by the ear, she snarled at him, "You had better not mess this up. Get you foot in that boot, or else!"

Parker gulped. With a shaking hand, he took the stained boot from the official. Slowly, he started to insert his own foot into it.

It stuck. Panicked, he glanced up at his mother, who was glaring at him with obvious threat in her eyes. Parker whimpered.

A crash from the kitchen grabbed everyone's attention for a moment, and he took the chance to get out another of his knives. Before he could reconsider, he sliced off a bit of his heel, then quickly slid his foot the rest of the way in. (Oh yeah, like he gonna fall for it this time either!)

By the time the officials looked back to him, he was standing, thin-lipped and white-faced, but wearing the boot.

~~~~~~

Again, Spike watched the young man come toward him. And again, he noticed the limp, and the lines of pain etched into a waxen face.

The whispering also came again. 'Still not right, more blood, more blood! Look again, he's here, he's here!'

Spike shook his head to clear it. "Oh, come on now! You think I'm dumb enough to fall for this a second time when I saw right through it the first?" (Told ya.) He pointed at one of the officials. "You. Get that boot off his foot. He is not the one."

The official complied, and the second young man was revealed as a fraud.

"Damnit!" Spike shouted. "Is there anyone in this fuckin' house can can try the boot on without cutting parts of himself off?" He noticed Darla lurking in the doorway. "You! Yes, you! Are there any other blokes living here?"

Darla's voice shook as she answered, "No, my lord. None. It's just me and my two sons." (Liar, liar, pants on fire!)

"Fine. Then let's go." He whirled around to step back up into the carriage. "Ouch!" He slapped a hand to his neck. "What the hell?"

'Look in the stable, the stable, kittens hide with the animals.'

Spike twitched as he heard the whisperings again. "Goin' as batty as my mother," he muttered. Then he shrugged. Why the hell not?

He swept past the astounded officials, making his way around the side of the house and into the stables. He squinted in the dim light. "Kitten? Pet? You in here?" He looked around briefly. "That does it," he said quietly to himself, "you are gonna find a nice doctor who can make the nasty voices in your head effin' well shut up!"

He was about to walk back out when he heard it. A low moaning sound coming from the pile of rags in the far corner. Carefully, he crept across the floor. He nudged the writhing mound with a foot, pulling it back when the contact evoked a pain-filled whimper. Frowning, he knelt.

~~~~~~

Darla stood by the stable doors, wringing her hands. The assorted officials were all glaring at her disapprovingly, and she quailed under the force of it. (Yeah, damn right you better!)

The doors burst open, and Spike strode out, carrying a dirty, ragged bundle in his arms. He gently set his burden down, pushing the rags aside. He tilted the bruised face up for a better look. "It's you, isn't it?" he breathed, carefully touching a finger to the boy's lips.

Darla let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh. "Oh, him! That's just Xander! He's only a servant boy, and a little troublemaker, too. No need to bother yourself over him."

Spike glared up at her. "Fuck off, you stupid bint." He bent over Xander, who continued to whimper and twitch with pain. As he peeled away the covering rags, Spike felt a burning anger grown in him with every bloody stripe that was revealed. "Who did this?" he hissed vehemently.

'Bad sons, bad bad nasty sons. Punish them, punish, make them hurt!' (Don't you just love these sprites?)

Ok, now Spike was starting to like those blasted voices! "Get those two moronic sons of hers!" he barked at the officials. "I want them, and her too, taken back to the palace and tossed into the dungeons. I'll take care of them later." Sadly, he looked back down at Xander. "Oh luv," he whispered sadly, "I wish I could fix you up."

'Help help, we can help!' Two tiny lights twinkled into being next to Spike, and he flinched. Then, his eyes widened in astonishment as a rosy glow covered his pet. When it faded, there was nothing left of Xander's injuries but for a faint tracing of scars.

The little lights let out peals of tinkling laughter, flitting down to brush what seemed to be miniature kisses on Xander's lips before they darted off.

Xander smiled and opened his eyes. He blinked. "It's you," he said, stunned.

"Yeah, pet. It's me. You ok now?"

Xander nodded, stiffly pulling himself to his feet. "How...how did you find me?"

Spike smirked. "I listened to the voices in my head. Or something."

"My lord Spike." The head official cleared his throat demandingly. Is this," he eyed Xander, "the one we were looking for?"

Spike smiled ecstatically and pulled Xander close to him. Unseen by anyone, he let his hand drift down Xander's back to rest on the curve of his ass. "Oh yeah," he purred huskily. "It's definitely him." He looked deep into Xander's eyes. "So, how 'bout it, kitten? Wanna get hitched?"

Xander stroked Spike's cheek almost reverently. "I love you, you know," he whispered.

Spike's heart skipped a beat, and he stole a breathtaking kiss from Xander. "I know, pet. Me too, ok?"

"Yeah. Ok." Xander stole his kiss back. "Of course I'll marry you."

"Good." Spike captured his lips again. (And they kiss a lot more. You get the picture.)

~~~~~~

"Can't we do this after the honeymoon, Spike?" Xander pouted at his new husband appealingly. (And no, you don't getsee see the honeymoon. Deal.)

Spike leaned over and nibbled on the protruding lip. "No," he answered when he pulled back. "Besides, think of it as...a wedding present." He grinned.

"But I don�t want to go down to the dungeons!" He shuddered. "There might be spiders, or snakes, or other icky things!"

"Aw, I'll protect you kitten." He slipped a hand under Xander's shirt. "You just...stick close."

"Mmmm." Xander pressed Spike back against the wall, kissing and nibbling along his pale neck.

"Are you two coming or not?"

Xander jumped back at the voice, blushing.

Spike growled with lust. "You look positively edible when you do that, Xan." He grabbed his hand. "Come on now, isn't proper to keep the head torturer waiting."

Lindsey looked up as Spike and Xander walked in. He grinned when he noticed their clasped hands. "Love seems to be treating you well, your highness."

"An' why should you be the only happily married bloke around?" Spike chuckled. "Where is Oz, by the way?"

Lindsey pointed behind him. "He's with Graham, they're putting a couple more rats into Darla's cell."

Spike winked at him. "Are you sure that's all they're doing?"

Lindsey tried to look stern. "It had better be, if I'm not around to join in the fun!"

Xander tugged at Spike's sleeve. "Spike? What's with the rats?"

"Oh, they're very hungry rats, luv." Spike smirked. "And it seems dear Darla just loathes vermin."

"Oh, you should see the thing Graham does to her with the roaches!" Lindsey told them enthusiastically.

Xander shuddered. "I'd rather not."

"Oh." His face fell, and he sighed. "Well, ok." Then he brightened again. "Would you like to see what we did to the others?"

Xander was noticeably hesitant. "Is it gonna make me hurl?"

"Um...probably?"

"Well, you could tell us, anyway." Spike patted Xander's arm. "Don't worry, he can edit out the nasty bits for you, luv."

Lindsey frowned. "Oh. Well...that's no fun." Still, he decided to oblige. "I guess, putting it as delicately as possible...since they both like chopping pieces off their bodies, we chopped of some...um, delicate parts. And then we decided to see just how much they liked their knives and whips and such." He grinned evilly. "They've become very intimately acquainted."

Xander wrinkled his nose. "Um, ewww?"

Spike just laughed. "Knew I could count on you, Linds!"

Xander gave Lindsey a nervous wave. "Well, um, we're gonna...go now. So...bye!" He gave Spike a meaningful look. "It's time for the honeymoon now, Spike."

Spike blinked. He licked his lips. "Yeah, um, right." He hurried after his husband. "Later, Linds! Keep up the good work!"

And they all (the good guys, anyway) lived happily ever after.

The End

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