Fighting for Freedom - 1/? - PG13 (eventually NC17)
Title: Fighting for Freedom
Chapter Number: 1
Overall Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating: PG13
Summary: Alexander Harris is the son of the President of the United States, and he’s bored. For most of his life, he’s been hidden away and kept from society to ensure a lack of embarrassment and trouble to make his father’s campaign easier. While on a trip, he makes a break for it, and discovers a world he never would have imagined. Unfortunately, the man introducing him to all of this, might not be quite who he says he is…
Disclaimer: No characters from BtVS or AtS are mine, nor do I claim them to be. I am using the characters purely for fun and entertainment purposes.
Overall Warnings: slash, het, graphic sex, swearing,
Chapter Warnings: swearing
Main Pairings: Spike/Xander, Angel/Buffy
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Xander sighed, staring out the tinted window of the limo. He was so bored. Seven years now, he’d been trapped. Always behind walls and windows and security. And he was bored. Really, all the hiding away started sooner than that, so far back he could hardly recall the faces of Jesse and Willow, the only real friends he’d ever had. All because Dad had a reputation to uphold and a career to build. It sucked, all the private tutoring and seclusion. But soon now, Dad wouldn’t have his position anymore, and Xander would have the chance, finally, to live his own life. To be his own man. To make some friends.
He could hardly wait.
Xander nearly jumped when a hand touched his knee. “Are you alright, Alex?” He nodded, not looking at her. He did like his stepmother, but he just wanted to have a chance to think. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, Joyce,” he said, turning to her with a forced smile before looking back out the window. He had never called her Mom and never intended to, no matter how kind she was, and she seemed to understand. Xander hadn’t wanted a new mother when his own died after falling on a bar-b-queue fork, puncturing her neck, when he was eight, which was weird because they didn’t even own one. But his Dad had married Joyce when he was ten, and Xander was of the opinion that it was mostly for show. One couldn’t run for president with just a child at his side. He needed a woman, and the fact that she had two daughters of her own certainly didn’t hurt matters.
Xander liked the girls, too. Buffy was his age, and they had grown close, both having been cut off from most other people their age. Dawn was several years younger than them, and she adored Xander, who returned the affections. She was only four when their families were pressed together, so of the three of them, she would be the one with the least life experience by the time she got out.
They were traveling, Dad visiting all sorts of places in the country, milking his final year for all it was worth. They were in LA this week, some sort of conference or other, and Xander was sure that the hotel would be filled to the brim with security, just like always. But what bothered him most about being in LA was that they were less than three hours by car from home, and probably wouldn’t even drop by, while Buffy and Dawn’s father was in the city, and they would likely get to visit him, if only for a short while.
Was it so wrong to want a chance to be himself? To find out what he wanted and liked? To have a friend or, God forbid, a date? To have the chance to go to a corner store and buy himself a porn-mag? To see the places he played as a kid and try to recall his friends’ faces? To visit his mother’s grave? It was getting to the point where he was ready to explode with all the tension building up from so many different sources. He just wanted to-
His thoughts were interrupted by Dawn squealing in delight at the hotel they were pulling up to. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she shouted.
“Dawn, quiet down,” Xander’s father scolded.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful, Dawn,” Buffy said, glancing at Xander. He knew she was calculating her chances of sneaking out and back in, and deciding on a good bribe to convince Xander to cover for her. He rolled his eyes, looking back out. She wanted to sneak off to spend time with Angel. The large brunet, just touching the other side of thirty, was more than ten years older than they were, but Buffy honestly seemed to be in love with the man. He was another government official, but low enough on the totem pole for it not to end the world if he and Buffy were caught together. He would follow them around on trips like this sometimes, so they could spend time together when they could.
It was sickeningly sweet and caused an uncomfortable tightness in Xander’s chest that he didn’t want to examine. Sometimes, he thought it was jealousy. He and Buffy had had a few make-out sessions between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, nothing ever serious, but just to try it out. Practice. It had actually almost gone too far the last time, moving from making-out to include some pretty heavy petting. But it had fallen apart when Xander couldn’t keep it up. It was like his dick just wasn’t interested.
Buffy had teased a little, but stopped when she realized it was really bothering him. That was how Xander started figuring out he might be gay. A few nights later he’d gone to bed, only to find a box on his bed, with a tag reading ‘open in private’ on it. It was Buffy’s handwriting, and he’d curiously opened it. Then slammed it shut and shoved it under his bed. It stayed there for over a week.
When she asked if he’d looked, because she kinda wanted some of it back, he told her he hadn’t. And that led to the first time they watched porn together. She’d been flirting with Angel for a couple of months, had started just after he moved into the area and it was all ‘love at first sight’, and had gotten him to buy her all of this. There were magazines and tapes, and even an erotica novel, featuring every combination of lovin’ Xander could imagine. And then some he really wished he hadn’t.
But it really put everything into perspective for Xander. He definitely liked guys. A lot. And it seemed Buffy swung both ways. It was an interesting bonding experience for the both of them, and they each had a well spread variety now.
As they moved into their rooms and unpacked a little, Xander looked out the window. It was pretty much a straight drop to the parking lot from here, with a couple of well-placed verandas to catch anyone going down, but far enough apart that most people wouldn’t think of trying to climb up the side of the building. It was perfect. Buffy could slip right out this way.
Later on, though, when Buffy came to his room, presumably to negotiate, she told him Angel was busy that night, with the conference. Xander had blinked and shrugged. “Okay. Wanna watch a film, then?” ‘Film’ was their codeword for porn videos.
“Actually, I was thinking you could go out.”
“What?”
“Xander, you can’t tell me you never want to go. I know you, and you want to explore. You’ve covered my ass more times than I can count. So go. Mom’s at the dinner with Tony, and I’ll keep an eye on Dawn. No one will notice you sneaking off for the night. Just be back by breakfast, okay?” Xander stared at his stepsister for a long moment, determining her sincerity. Then he leapt off the bed and hugged her.
“You are amazing!” he shouted, swinging her around a little. Buffy laughed as he set her back on the ground. Then he rounded on his clothes. “What do I wear?”
They spent an hour picking out the right outfit, a pair of blue jeans that were tight in the ass and lose in the leg coupled with a dark green top that fit like a glove. Xander was a little nervous about going out in that shirt, but Buffy swore to him that it was hot. Finally ready, with his mop of brown curls brushed back, he kissed her cheek in thanks and started down the hotel wall.
He waved up when he reached the bottom and Buffy waved back. Then he was on his own for the first time in fourteen years.
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chapter two