Spike's Story

Spike's Story
Theta

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Oliver stared down at the small blond boy sleeping in his eldest son’s bed. The boy couldn’t be anymore than fourteen. And he was naked. Oliver let these revelations sink into his mind slowly. Maybe too slowly.
“Dad?” Oliver turned to see his twenty-four year old son standing in the bathroom doorway. His hair was wet and a small towel was wrapped around his waist.
Oliver ran a hand through his hair, “You do realise this is illegal?”
William, who for some unknown reason preferred to be called Spike, shrugged callously, moved over to his bed and covered the small boy with the quilt. He turned to his father and raised an eyebrow.
Oliver sighed, “I can’t deal with this.”
Spike frowned but didn’t say anything as his father left his rooms.
“Mel,” Oliver said as he entered the dinning room and sat next to his wife, he kissed her lightly on the check before reaching for the coffee pot, “Do you know William has an underage boy in his bed?”
Silence from his wife.
“Naked.”
Oliver placed a croissant on his plate and reached for the butter.
“I do hope he gets dressed before coming down to breakfast,” Melinda said placing her teacup daintily on its saucer and taking a bite out of her muffin.
Oliver nodded and wondered why he bothered.

Spike sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Corby woke slowly. Spike couldn’t understand his infatuation with the fifteen-year-old blond. Every move the boy made thrilled Spike to his core. He found himself hanging on the boys every word, found himself loving every noise the boy made, loved making the boy make noise.
To be honest he was quite sick of it and wanted it to end RIGHT NOW. Never in his life had Spike cared for anyone other than himself, he thought the idea of love repulsive and only played on the idea to get into guys pants. He’d never in his life touched anyone underage, what was the point when there were so many ‘legal’ guys who would jump at the chance to get into his pants. It was defiantly a shock when he found himself attracted to this small spindly kid. He’d taken up a part time job as a high school tennis coach. He’d been bored; there was only so much time one could spend in bed not sleeping before one grew tired of the act. Or so he’d been told, but either way he wasn’t going to risk it. Besides he’d always been good at tennis and surly some little brats might learn something from him.
Corby couldn’t hit the ball for shit when Spike first meet him, but over the next three weeks, as Spike’s obsession grew, Corby became a pro. If Spike thought on the matter he would wonder if Corby was really any good or if his infatuation with the brat was clouding his judgment.
Corby’s eyes flickered open and widened in shock when he saw Spike sitting partially naked next to him. They widened even further when he felt the cool fabric of the quilt move over his naked body.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??!!!” Corby bellowed. While everything else about him was small, his voice sure wasn’t. Well not everything, thought Spike, as he remembered what the quilt was hiding.
Corby was trying to control the panic. He was naked. In what he could only assume was his coaches bed. The same coach his friends had been telling him kept checking out his arse. And said Coach was also partially naked. And wet. Corby wasn’t the smartest kid in his year, but he was a hormonal teenage boy, and really it didn’t take many brain cells to add the facts together.
“OhMyGod!” and then whispered, “we slept together.”
Spike laughed, and Corby absolutely ignored the flutter in his chest at the sound.
“Nah,” Spike moved to his closet and dropped the towel to pull on a pair of pants, and Corby did not stare at his arse as he bent over. Nope, defiantly not, because it wasn’t a nice arse at all!
“I kidnapped you from your bed last night, brought you hear, stripped you naked and left you there. I slept on the couch,” he had too. ‘Although it had been a close thing,’ but he decided not to add that part.
Corby sat up, keeping the quilt tucked under his chin. “Err…” words obviously failed him. His coach was insane, very hot, but defiantly insane.
“Then this morning I called my father in and took a quick shower. When I came back, he was standing over your naked form-”
“MY NAKED FORM!!??” Corby screeched.
“Yes, your naked form-” Spike continued.
“MY NAKED FORM!!??”
Spike raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes, you were naked.”
“Oh my God, the whole family is perverted!” Corby wailed.
“Now wait a minute,” Spike started, “He wasn’t checking you out,” Spike felt the anger rise, more over the fact that his father may have been checking the young blond out than Corby insulting his linage.
Corby tsked, “If you say so.”
Spike wasn’t sure how to take that so he continued with his reason for Corby being naked in his bed, “So, where was I? Oh right, Dad was standing over your naked form,” he paused almost expecting Corby to interrupt, but the boy remained blissfully silent, “He told me something about it being illegal and then left.” Spike threw Corby the clothes he’d taken from the boy’s house and gestured for him to get dressed. Corby eyed him coldly and Spike grinned before turning his back on the boy.
“I’d hoped he would get mother to reverse it, but I can still feel it, so…” Spike trailed off as he watched Corby get dressed in the mirror. His mind yelling pervert, pervert.
“Reverse what?” Corby voice was muffled as he pulled the sweater over his head.
“This,” Spike said turning around and gesturing towards Corby and then himself.
Corby looked confused, “You stealing teenagers out of their beds in the middle of the night, striping them naked and leading them to believe you slept with them.” That wasn’t disappointment Corby heard in his voice, it was so not. “Do you do this often,” and that wasn’t jealousy, it defiantly was not.
Spike twisted his lips but didn’t respond. Instead he took Corby’s hand and towed him from the room.

Oliver was drumming his fingers on the table much to the annoyance of his daughter. She was watching his fingers, almost the same way a predator watches its prey. If she wasn’t a vegetarian Oliver could almost see her diving across the table and biting them off.
“Darling stop that,” Melinda told as if she was asking him to pass the butter, “you’re annoying May.”
Oliver sighed deeply and placed his hands on his lap like a good boy.
James smirked at his father, there was no way he would ever become that timid. No way would he ever take orders from a woman…
“James chew with your mouth shut,” one of the serving girls snapped. James clamped his mouth closed and chewed slowly.
“Morning family,” Spike’s far too cheerful voice made his family turn in the direction of the doorway.
“Good morning honey,” Melinda smiled sweetly, seemingly oblivious to the looks the twins were giving the young blond boy holding their older brother’s hand. “Do have some breakfast.”
“Thank you, mother,” Spike said playing along for all he was worth.
He pulled out a chair and helped Corby into it. The boy didn’t seem to notice the gesture; his eyes were busy roaming the murals decorating the dinning room walls. Truth be told they were a little scary, but the family didn’t notice them anymore, they were just another one of their mother’s/wife’s additions to the house. It wasn’t as if they would ever bring anyone into one of the rooms their mother had decorated with bloody war scenes, or as this room exemplified, the witch trials.
Spike piled Corby’s plate with food, filled his cup and them attempted to feed him. His brother and sister turned to look at their mother as he lifted the fork to Corby’s mouth.
Corby grabbed the fork from Spike and blushing angrily put it in his mouth on his own.
May and James returned to their meal, but only managed to pick at it. They watched at Spike shamelessly tried to feed Corby and as the boy got more and more flustered.
Oliver would have crawled under the table and died if it had been dignified, as it was he sat firmly upright in his chair and stared at a particularly unpleasant image on the wall.
Melinda continued to sip what had to be her twelfth cup of tea and smile pleasantly at Spike and Corby.
It was May who put an end to the pain. She smacked her hand down on the table making everyone jump and James to knock over the milk jug. A serving girl was there instantly to clean it up.
“Enough! Mother end this now,” her eyes flashed. “I think Spike has learn his lesson.”
Melinda seemed to be surprised, “Have you William? Have you learnt your lesson?”
Spike nodded fervently at his mother.
“And what have you learnt, my son?” Melinda asked almost sorrowfully.
“I’ve learnt not to have negligent sex with lots of men.”
“And?”
Oh bugger, thought Spike, he couldn’t lie to her, she would know. He cast a quick look at Corby and was able to say the words truthfully, “Love is not repulsive.”
Melinda nodded solemnly and Spike didn’t feel so thrilled when Corby raised his eyebrows at him.
Oh shit, he was such an idiot. Pushing his chair back from the table he left the room silently.
Melinda watched him go before turning to Corby, “I’m terribly sorry you had to be involved in this,” her voice was no long the soft sweet tone it had been previously. It was sad and tinged with something sharp. “You won’t remember of course.”
She flicked her wrist and Corby fell asleep in his breakfast.
Oliver stood up and taking the boy in his arms carried him out. The twins went back to their breakfast and Melinda left the room.
Oliver returned Corby back to his room; Spike had left the window open. When Corby woke a few hours later he got up and went down to the courts to practice tennis.
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A/N: Corby is actually sixteen ... (that's legal here)
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