#4-- Infecting The Youth

Xander Joins The Baddies- Infecting The Youth
Part Three


“Oh, ok.” Xander responded quietly, entering the big hotel was interesting, why they would build such a nice hotel right next to a slum was beyond him, but whatever. It was huge, rich in color and people’s wallets. ‘The boss must be a rich guy,’ he thought to himself as they entered the elevator. “Can I ask you a question?” he looked at Jared but did not speak until he got a nod. “Why do you smell like feathers?” it was an honest and innocent question, but Xander got the feeling earlier that Jared had been checking him out, so he quickly added, “not that I’m smelling you… it’s just, I can smell you and you smell like feathers.”

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“Glad I took a shower today... Would you believe it’s a new Herbal Essence shampoo?” When Jared received a doubtful look he went on. “Well I guess you smell feathers because wings consist of an outer-layer of feathers for aero-dynamic purposes, and the appendages would look absolutely horrid without them.” The angel shrugged and leaned against the wall and it’s railing after pushing the button for the thirteenth floor, crossing his arms across his chest and closing his eyes. Doubts were flying through the man’s head, wondering if it was such a good idea to bring Xander here so soon or not, but he tried to push those doubts away without any evidence of them being there at all; he needed to exult nothing but calm and quiet confidence. “When we get to his room I’ll show you, if you want. Although I should warn you, women and men alike swoon for me once seeing them.” Jared opened his eyes again and grinned, just as they reached their floor. He walked out of the elevator door and held it open for Xander, quirking a brow. “Ready, Kitten?”

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“Wings huh?” Xander wasn’t sure why, but he suddenly got a feeling of un-ease from the man. This boss guy had to be something, why else would Jared suddenly get… what, nervous? Xander knew it wasn’t the right word, but he didn’t have one for what he felt from the other man. Stepping out of the elevator, he noticed the floor they were on. “No way! Hotel’s don’t have thirteenth floors, it’s a superstitious thing, bad stuff always happens on them.” unexpectedly butterflies appeared in his stomach, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

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Jared threw back his head and laughed, walking away from the elevator holding his side. “You know I thought it was odd the mirror’s kept breaking all the time,” he chuckled out and made his way down the hall, expecting Xander to follow. He grinned over his shoulder, taking in the boy’s nervousness and his gaze softened. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite...” Smirk. “Often.” Before Xander could reply, Jared was at the door to Creed’s living quarters and knocked three times. “Dear, are you decent? We have company!”

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Creed yanked the door open so hard that it practically came off the hinges. “About fucking time! I was about to call the mutt to go find your slow ass.” Looking out into the hallway, he smiled, Alexander Cage… what an unexpected surprise, though not unwelcome. “Hey kid, come on in.” he said with a nod in Xander’s direction and stepping back so that they both might pass him, though a bit tightly, his massive chest taking up most of the doorway.

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Xander gulped audibly, this was not what he had expected. What were his odds if he turned tail and ran now? Taking in the look of the massive monster in the doorway, slim to none. Slinking past the ‘boss’, Xander stuck close to Jared, as if he could protect him from that! “That’s the boss?” he asked in a whisper as the larger man closed the door behind them, unable to keep the awe and slight nervousness out of his voice.

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“Yep, that’s our fearless and shirtless leader,” Jared confirmed, as always loving the way Creed’s presence could fill a room and demand your attention- along with how his chest looked completely bare like that. He grinned down at Xander before shedding his long trench coat and releasing his brown and white feathered wings, which stretched out behind him before relaxing back into place. “Relax,” he murmured reassuringly to Xander before taking a seat on the couch and making himself comfortable, letting his jacket pool beside him with the vanilla envelope on top.

“Saw a cute boy walking down the street, all alone, and couldn’t help myself,” the angel said to Creed with a grin, all the while hoping he had made the right decision.

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Creed circled the two boys like the predator he was, passing by his computers and hitting one button to change the screen from the school layout to nothingness. He could smell how uneasy Xander was and decided to try and make him relax a bit. He took a seat in a chair across from the two boys and smiled as warmly as a mouth full of fangs would let him. “Have a seat… I’m Creed. Don’t know how much Jared here has told ya, but I have a bit of an interest in ya kid, ya got potential.” He let his eyes linger on Jared, reading his expression and nodded his ok that the kid was here. “Pass me that envelope, would ya?” he asked the boy hearing a low, threatened growl coming most likely unwillingly from the kids chest. “Relax, I ain’t gonna bite ya.” ‘This time.’ he finished to himself.

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Xander was growling, he couldn’t help it; he was being sized up by the large man and felt as though he was about to be pounced on. Once the man took a seat though, he felt a little more at ease. Passing the envelope as asked, his attention, though not completely off Creed, turned toward the wings. “Can I touch them?” he asked Jared quietly, catching the amused grin on the monster’s face as he asked and blushing a bit. He felt like such a child sitting here, and too exposed for his own comfort, but Jared’s presents made him feel at least a little safer.

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His easy grin his only answer, Jared leaned forward and extended a wing towards Xander, a little worried about the kid’s claws but not willing to lose face in front of Creed or a prospective team mate- or anyone, for that matter. “Go ahead, Kitten, but pull a feather and it’s your ass,” the angel warned good naturedly and let the younger feral ‘pet’ him, taking out a Camel and lighting it up, enjoying the calming affect. Actually the petting wasn't so bad, and the feel of claws tracing through his feathers was some what more calming that even his fag. He sent a glance to Creed, but saw that he was too busy watching the kid to really notice the lit cigarette- or if he did he didn’t care.

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A low, possessive growl escaped Creed’s chest as he watched the boy petting Jared, he did not like other people touching his property. “So.” he said a bit to harshly, “what did Jared tell you?” he was getting angry, the kid wasn’t even here five minutes and he was already getting mad at him. Maybe bringing the kid in was a bad idea. He didn’t wait for an answer, instead filling in his own gaps. “Told ya I could teach ya, right? That I could help you control your powers and train ya ta be a real killer… but did he tell ya that, if things work out, ya stand to make some real money with us, and I don’t mean that chump change your pops shares with ya, I mean real cash.” Being a ‘rich kid’ was one thing, but being an ‘independently rich kid’ was another, and Creed was willing to bet Xander knew that.

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Xander got the feeling that his attention to the other man was causing problems, and though Jared’s wings were soft and welcoming to the touch, problems he did not need, so he let his hand drop and turned his attention back to the larger feral. His only answer was a nod; his voice seemed to flea once Creed growled. This guy was serious, large and no doubt in charge, and Xander was not about to pick a fight with someone larger and more skilled, let alone someone who seemed to enjoy the act of killing as it appeared these two did. But money? No one mentioned money before. Asking his father for things wasn’t hard, he bought Xander everything he wanted, but if he had his own money, then Julia would have to admit he was better than Chance and she would be his. “Money is good,” he said idiotically as he found his voice.

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Jared sent Creed a concerned look, not sure if he should enjoy the happy flutter stirring inside at the obvious evidence of jealousy from the heartless and cold-blooded killer, or just concentrate on the conversation at hand. He decided on the latter, but silently promised to meet with his lover later that night. The angel shrugged at the comment and leaned back into the couch, arms crossing above his head, and he spoke, as always, with a light and flippant tone. “I told the kid the basics- feral training, good killing, free member jackets.” He shrugged again and took on a look of mock-confusion before glancing over at Xander. “Did I leave out the part about the money? Sorry… Shoe shopping must have been too strenuous.” Already Jared could recognize the look that Xander got whenever he was thinking of his girl, and it made the man happy for some reason to know what that look meant.

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Seeing the promise in Jared’s eyes, Creed nodded at the boy with a ‘your ass is mine’ look before continuing. “Yeah, money is good…” he said mockingly to Xander, the kid seemed to be in some sort of daze. Creed guessed it had to do with Chance, the runt did his job well and Creed would have to remember to reward him for it. “Look, it isn’t all that complicated, I’ll work with ya on the whole killer thing and you do a job once you got it, say a trial run, we split the take and if ya like it we work for me.” he tried to sound kind, but that was one thing he could never manage and instead came off as annoyed. “You can ask Jared, I ain’t that bad… unless ya fuck up, then I’d have to kill ya.”

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Xander looked for any sign of jest in Creeds face and found none. He swallowed again and looked at Jared with a questioning look, would Creed really kill him? Didn’t have to ask the magic eight ball to know the answer was, ‘all signs point to yes’. “Ok…” he muttered, not really knowing what to say or how to take the larger man, he was much more comfortable when it was just he and Jared.

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Jared smirked and nodded his agreement, forever loving the way Creed could just spit that shit out- you didn’t need to fuck up a job for the large feral to kill you though, and they lost more newbies that way, who couldn’t figure out quick enough that you just don’t get in the man’s way. “Oh deffinantly, he’s a peach.” The angel said and tried to give Xander an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry, Kitten, with the boss-man training you you’ll be in tip-top shape in no time and kicking that runt’s ass, with enough money to buy you and your girl a dream home.” Letting his arms fall back to his sides, Jared leaned in as if to tell a big secret to the youth and smiled. “Nothing to fret over, the death tolls have been surprisingly low this month, so you stand a good chance in living out the week.” He hoped Xander wasn’t too nervous to miss the joking tone and would hopefully ease up a little. The angel wanted to put his arm around the kid’s shoulders again but figured it wouldn’t be a good idea right in front of his lover, so he leaned back into the couch again. Besides, Jared wasn’t one to dish out comfort- dammit was the kid growing on him this quick?

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Creed’s grin stayed plastered to his face. Jared was good with his mouth, in ways that not only made people listen to him, but made Creed’s cock twitch. Sitting back himself, Creed eyed the boy up, his scent changed, he was scared, breathing it in deeply he memorized it. There was something there, something familiar about how the kid acted, his posture, his smell, but Creed couldn’t put his finger on it.

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Xander knew it was a joke, he knew Jared meant him no harm, but the way Creed looked at him he had the sinking feeling he was making a mistake. Training was one thing, being able to kill without fear or conscience was another. What if he was haunted by all the people he hurt, the people he killed, what then? In a fleeting moment, Xander longed for the bunnies once again. But then it hit him, a smell so strong it nearly gagged him. It was death, it had to be, there was no other explanation for it. He turned to look at the door where the smell came from and nearly wondered why Jared had not smelled it before realizing it was his keen senses making him able to. Taking in a deep breath, his mouth began to water, maybe it was what he wanted after all. “What is that?” he asked almost to himself, all fear forgotten.



A/N: Was Creed seriously about the money and biting? Does Xander really want to know what’s behind door number one? Does Creed even own any shirts anymore? And what did Jared do with his cigarette?! Well go and find out, dammit!