Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2017 09:23:10 -0500 From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com> Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 18 This story may contain sexual acts between males, persons below the age of consent, and relatives. If this offends you or is illegal for you to read where you're at, please close this website and go elsewhere. This story is fictional and entirely the work of the author's imagination. And resemblance to persons, places, or things, real or fictional, are entirely coincidental, and any views stated do not necessarily reflect those of any companies or organizations which do exist in real life, nor necessarily reflect the views of the author. This story is the property and copyright of the author, do not share, reproduce, repost, or any other such act which is illegal to do without the author's permission. 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In the last chapter, Xander saw Matt at the park, Finn confirms that Xander sees the Wolf's Dragon as a safe place, Finn gets home and meets Logan, the 10 year old son of a business partner of his dad's, and he and Logan have sex up in his room, Dylan invites Xander to hang out at the mall the day before Thanksgiving with Dash, Dylan's hyperactive ex-boyfriend, then has a three-way with Sam and Greyson (from NLCK), and then Xander invites Luke over to 'help' him move into the annex, revealing that he had Luke carry an empty box over to the annex, and Luke realizes that Xander's testing him, to see if he's a person he can hang out with. Anyway, on to the story! Hope you enjoy it! Chapter Eighteen (Wednesday, November 23rd, 2016). [Xander] "Where are you going?" Mr. Scott sees me as I'm about to leave. "To the mall." "Did you tell Linda?" "I told you." "When?" "The twelfth," I answer. "I asked you for permission to go to the mall today, to meet up with a couple of guys on at one, with an undetermined return time. I never told you I canceled those plans, because I didn't, and so they were still active. You gave me permission to go, so you knew I would be going." "That's not how it works." "If you revoke your permission," I say, hoping he doesn't mean I'm not allowed to go anymore. Please let me be able to go, I want to meet Dash. He seems interesting. I hope Dylan told him to stay calm. "It is rude to not inform someone." "That's not what I meant," he rubs his temples. "You need to still let me know the same day, if you've made plans in advance. You also still need to inform us as you're leaving." "But you've already been informed that I'm going out, even though you forgot it." "Which," he says. "Is exactly why you need to remind us. What if we forgot and made plans, and need you for something?" "My plans were first," I say. "Are you going to make me tell them I can't hang out? They're better than Luke and Finn. Those two just want to have sex with me." "Go," he says. "And stay out of trouble. Text me at three to let me know if you know when you'll be home, and to let me know what you're doing." "Yes, sir," I say, then leave. I have to go with the regular driver, as I still don't have a butler. I don't like any of the ones he interviews, so we don't hire any of them. We're still searching. I think he's getting frustrated because I'm not happy with any of them. I arrive at the mall just before one, and meet Dylan at the food court. He's standing at the edge of the second floor, where there's a huge gap where we can view the first floor. The metal railing needs repainted. Dylan's got another boy with him, this one our age, with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. Not strawberry blond like he's a ginger, gingers are ugly. He's attractive. His hair is blond with a slight red tone to it, very subtle, and very cool. I like him already. "'Sup?" The other kid asks me. "Huh?" "What's up?" He asks. "The ceiling," I look up. "Some lights, too. Bulb's out on that one." I look back at him, wondering why he wanted to know what was up, and he stares at me for a moment, then starts laughing. "You're a funny guy," he says. "Nice to meet you, I'm Dash." "Xander." "Cool name for a funny guy," he says. "I'm Dylan's ex, we broke up when he changed homes. I dumped him for being a dork." "I dumped him," Dylan looks at me. "It wasn't mutual, he just says that because he's still in love with me." I think they're both lying to joke around. I'm not sure. Further observation needed. "Take me back," Dash rubs his shoulder against Dylan, looking up at him with his big, brown eyes. "Please?" "Sorry," Dylan holds his hands up. "Don't feel it for you anymore. Besides, I've got my eyes on a new one." "This sexy stud?" Dash looks at me, and I feel my face heat up, and he looks back at Dylan. "Have you done anything with him yet? Asked him out?" "Well, not exactly," Dylan starts to say. "Then it's not official!" Dash, interrupts him, looking at me. "Want to be my boyfriend? Way better than that loser there." "He's just messing," Dylan snorts. "Dash isn't into blonds at all, he likes darker hair on his guys." "Hey!" Dash protests, taking a step back with his hand on his heart. "That hurts, you telling people I don't like them. I'll more than happily take on a blond if they're cute enough. Or sexy enough. Tell me, Xander: top or bottom?" "What?" "Top or bottom?" Dash asks me again. "Do you like taking in it the ass, or putting it in the ass?" The only sexual experiences I've had, other than Luke jacking me off and sucking me a couple of times, is when I was being raped, and that was always up the ass. I've never had it pleasant before, so I don't know. I probably won't like it. "Dash is a bottom, is all," Dylan interrupts my thoughts. "So he likes top guys. We didn't work out because we're both dominant, and neither of us was willing to let up on that. And Dash, stop it, you're scaring him. Jeez, gonna scare my new friend away." Did Dylan just call me his friend? We barely know each other, why would he think we're friends? Plus, the last person who told me we were friends went and-and-and and he- "Now look!" Dylan interrupts my thoughts. "Now you've got him tearing up. Jeez, Dash, be nice, will you, you only just met the guy!" "I'm so sorry, babe," Dash says to me. "I didn't mean to upset you. Here, let me kiss you and make it all better." Dash then grabs me, pulls me against him in a hug, and slobbers all over my face. Well, he kisses me, but it's very, very slobbery. I think he did that on purpose. After he finishes, he steps back and grins at me, and I feel myself doing something I haven't felt myself do anywhere but other in the bathroom before, not since HE died. I feel myself smiling. "You little fucker!" [Dylan] So Dash upset Xander somehow, then, being Dash, he went and slobbered all over Xander's lips, and when he steps back and grins at Xander, Xander smiles a little, too, though it's like he's nervous about smiling. His smile quickly fades, though, when someone yells. "You littler fucker!" Xander looks terrified as soon as he hears that, and we all look around, wondering who it was. As soon as we see the man who yelled it, a larger man who is walking toward us, Xander grabs my arm and attempts to hide behind me. The man seems to be focused on Xander. "Found you, Damien!" He snarls at Xander. "Did you think you could hide?" "Who the hell are you?" I ask. "His name isn't Damien, too, and you're scaring him." "I don't care what his name is," the man pushes me. "You burned my house down, you motherfucking punk! Do you know what that did to me? You made it look like I set my own house on fire, you punk! I'm going to fuck you up!" "Back off," Dash takes a warning step forward. "Or what?" The man snarls at him, probably unaware that Dash is a master martial artist, even though he's only thirteen. "Yeah, well, you raped me," Xander says from behind me. "You deserved having your house burn down." Dash and I both look at Xander in shock. I'm sure Dash is for the same reason I am. Xander as good as admitted to burning the guy's house down, and he just said that the man raped him. The man pushes Dash out of the way, and before Dash can recover, Xander's moved, letting go of my arm. He sprays something into the man's face, and as the man roars in pain, Xander steps forward and kicks him in the crotch. Immediately, the man swings a fist, catching Xander in the side of the head, and Xander falls to the side, hitting his head against the railing beside us. The man doesn't do much else after that, though, as Dash steps in. The man doesn't stay standing long after that, and I think Dash struck him a few times too many. Xander looks dazed and his gaze is unfocused. He mumbles something about how he at least didn't tie the man up, but most of what he says is incomprehensible. The man gets arrested, Dash and I are questioned, and Xander's taken away in an ambulance. It's due to witness statements that Dash and I can go, though our parents are called. Well, his parents, and my foster-parents, whom I'm in the habit of calling 'Mom' and 'Dad' now, and I'm still not sure when that started up. After they hear the whole story, not just from me, but from the officer as well, they determine that I wasn't at fault for anything, and so I'm not grounded. That makes me happy, but I'm worried about Xander, he was bleeding pretty bad from hitting his head on the railing. [Finn] I went over to my godparents' house to see if Xander would hang out with me, since he's still adamantly refusing to talk to me unless it's to tell me to go away or of a less-than-personal nature, and just as I'm asking the maid by the door, Uncle Trey is leaving, looking somewhat annoyed. "What happened?" I ask. "Get in the car and I'll tell you on the way," he says. I get into the car, and he starts driving. "Xander went to the mall," he says. "To hang out with a couple of guys. No clue who, so I'm assuming he was with the guys he was with at the zoo. This time, he wasn't ignoring his phone, he used the mace he's been carrying on him and got smacked hard enough that he cracked his head against a metal railing. What little they got out of him was during the incident, and from what was said, the man raped Xander, and then Xander burned his house down." "Think that happened when he'd run away?" I ask. "I mean, Xander never had sex willingly with any of the people who gave him a spot to sleep for the night." "More than likely," Uncle Trey sighs. "Did he ever hint in those journals I know you made copies of that he did anything in retaliation?" "No," I answer. "Though I knew he'd stolen money from them. I can't believe our sweet little Xander would be an arsonist." "Same here," he says. We eventually arrive at the hospital to find Xander's mysterious 'lawyer' in the room with Xander. The same lawyer that Xander gave Landon the number to back when there was that incident at the store that hurt Xander's arm. Xander's running the officer in circles with the interrogation. "The fire happened four years ago," Xander says. "I was nine years old, and barely. I'm not confessing to a fire I may or may not have caused. You need to prove I'm guilty. Innocent until proven guilty is the law, and while it doesn't mean that literally, it means that you cannot act as if I'm guilty if you have no proof of it. That man accused me of burning his house down after he raped me. That does not mean I burned his house down. I sprayed him with the mace and kicked in him the balls because he scared me and looked like he was going to hurt me. And then he got his ass kicked, as he rightly deserved." "I'm asking if you set the fire." "I have set many fires," Xander answers. "I like candles. I hear the fire in his home was caused by a candle being left by curtains. Everyone should know to never do that, as that can start a fire." "Did you set the fire?" "Which fire?" "There was more than one?" "Many of my rapists," Xander says. "Have had their homes burn down, ruled as an accident or of their own fault. A couple found themselves completely broke. One was caught cuffed to his bed with a dildo up his ass, pictures of naked boys scattered across his bed, including some with him fucking them, and a video of him fucking a boy playing on a loop on his computer. Sometimes, karma needs a hand." "Is that a confession?" "They're rapists," Xander says. "They deserve what was done to them. Whether or not I did it is irrelevant. Can you prove I set the fire?" "No, however-" "Come back to me when you have proof," Xander says. "Then I will go willingly." That's as good of a confession as they're going to get out of him, but the officer doesn't know how Xander communicates. He just said that once the officer has proof, he will willingly be arrested. If they don't have proof, he will resist. That implied his hand behind the fire. The officer leaves, though it's clear he's not happy, and I wonder if he has some history with Xander. When he leaves, Xander smirks at his retreating back. So he does know how to smile. Even if he was being a brat. "I gave you mace," Uncle Trey says after the officer is gone. "But I was told you used military-grade mace on him." "Perfectly legal." "How did you get that?" "Adrian King." Why does this man keep coming up with Xander? He seems to have an unusual interest in him. He's taught Xander how to tie a tie, he's gotten Xander to look people in the eye, even if only when scared. And now he's supplying Xander with military-grade mace. I'm betting the lawyer Xander has is from Adrian King, too. Uncle Trey just sighs when Xander says that, then looks him in the eye. "Did you set that fire?" "At least I didn't tie him up, first," Xander says. "Or cuff him to his bed. I almost did that. But I didn't think he deserved to die in that way. He should die with two vibrating dildos in his ass as a bunch of children piss on him. Drown in their urine. But I couldn't find a bunch of children on such short notice, so I made do with what I had." In other words: he set the fire, but wanted to do something else. Neither Uncle Trey nor I know how to respond to that. 'That' being the fact that he set the fire, and the fact that Xander wanted to do worse to the man. Sweet, innocent, sensitive, shy, kind little Xander who's frightened of everything...completely serious about wanting to kill someone in an awful way. After a few hours, Xander's released to go home, and the first thing he does when he gets there is remove the bandages they put on his head. He's already pretty much healed. That's impressive. I remember him getting a cut back when he first got adopted. His body was in such bad shape, it took him longer than it should have to heal. Now, he's already mostly healed from a crack in his head in a matter of hours. What is he, inhuman? "Mr. Scott?" He looks at Uncle Trey, a strange and concerning look in his eye. "Yes, Xander?" Uncle Trey definitely notices the look. "Do you celebrate Thanksgiving?" "Yes, Xander." "What are the plans for tomorrow?" "The Masons," he says. "Will be all coming over tomorrow around eleven, and lunch will be at noon. Normally, I'd say that you should eat only a light breakfast in the morning, if at all, but with your recent appetite, I doubt that's a concern. Why?" "Can we invite the orphanage over?" "The one you came from?" "Yes." "Why?" "They just feed everyone turkey sandwiches," Xander answers. "It's not even the good kind of deli turkey, too. Powdered pudding mix, stuffing from a box, and then the salad. The salad was halfway decent. When do you want them to show up?" "Did you already invite them?" "No, I asked for permission first." "It's the day before Thanksgiving," Uncle Trey says. "How do you think I can get the food to feed thirty growing boys for Thanksgiving literally the day before?" "You're rich, you know people," Xander starts to walk to the stairs, pausing at the base while Uncle Trey and I just stare at him. He turns and faces us, "Oh, and before my stupid little mind forgets again, the school asked me if I could plan the Winter Bash. I have to have my plan ready to present to them on Monday. I know I'm grounded, but will it be alright if I work on the plan on my laptop, so I can bring it to school and show it to them? If they like my plan, they'll pay me for it, so it's technically work." "That's fine," Uncle Trey says, and Xander goes up the stairs. He looks at me. "Did Xander really just invite the orphanage to come eat with us tomorrow?" "You do know his thought process on that, right?" I ask. "No." "If he can eat good food for Thanksgiving," I say. "Why shouldn't those at the orphanage, when they're not worthless, and he is?" Uncle Trey just shakes his head and groans, and I head home. It's starting to get late, and tomorrow's going to be a very busy day. I get in bed, and as I'm thinking about what happened today, I have to stop and wonder what Xander was going upstairs for. Didn't he move to the annex a week and a half ago? He better not be up to no good. [Xander] "Xander?" Mr. Scott says. "Yes, Mr. Scott?" "What's that?" "Cheesecake," I feel my face heat up. "Where did it come from?" "The annex." "Where did you get it?" "The annex." "How did you acquire it?" "By making it," I look at it, then back at him. "It'll probably taste nasty. I tried doing a pumpkin cheesecake. I used a touch of cinnamon in it because I thought it tasted better with that. I made my own chocolate drizzle, too, but I'm not sure how it'll taste." "Why did you make cheesecake?" "For Thanksgiving," I answer. "I had to make a few of trips to get it over here, though. I couldn't carry more than two at a time, and I made six of them, since you invited the orphanage over." "When did you get the ingredients for it?" "I had the staff acquire them for me," I answer. "You said they're here for whatever I need. I made sure to tip them for their services. I requested the ingredients after you said you'd invite the orphanage over. It took me awhile to find a recipe in the library that I liked, though. I hope it tastes good, I didn't try it. I'm scared to. When are they arriving?" "Soon," he says, and then a staff member enters and informs him that the children from the orphanage are here. "Or maybe now." "Okay," I say. "Let me know when lunch is over." "Why?" He asks as I start to walk away. "Aren't you eating with us?" "I don't like Thanksgiving." "Why?" "Cranberry sauce and stuffing and gravy and everything is disgusting. I just end up eating turkey and salad, and that's it. I'll be in the annex. Bye." "Wait, Xander!" He calls after me, and I stop and look at him again. "Don't give me that annoyed look." "Well, I'm annoyed. Expect it." "You're eating with everyone." "I don't want to." "You're also grounded." "That means I'm on restriction," I say. "Not that I'm required to eat a massive meal with a bunch of people I don't like and don't want to be around. I'll come back for food when everyone's gone. Bye." This time, I don't listen to him when he calls after me. I'm going to get into trouble for that, but I'm already grounded, so it's fine. He'll just extend the grounding or make it harsher. Back in the annex, I go into the sauna and relax in there for awhile. I always get hard in the sauna, but that's because of increased blood circulation. It's natural. I don't jack off, like Luke probably would if he were in one by himself or with his friends. It's not disrespectful to the sauna fairy, who would probably enjoy seeing someone hot do it, but I just don't feel like it. I prefer to relax in a sauna. I wish I could be hanging out with Dylan right now. He likes me. He even kissed me, after the zoo. I don't know why I didn't freak out when he did that. I should have freaked out. All I did, instead, was kiss him back. I like him, and he likes me. His room was a mess, though. So was Luke's. Why do people keep their rooms a mess? Are they trying to prove it's their rooms? I wonder what I'd do if I had my own room. I know I'm upsetting the Scotts, it probably won't be long before I'm sent back. When they do, I'll be gone, and won't be able to hang out with Dylan and Tessa and them anymore. That's not good. I like them, and I like hanging out. I'll apologize to Mr. Scott after everyone leaves. I didn't mean to be rude to him, but I didn't want to be around when the others showed up. I'm a peasant. That's a metaphor. It means I'm at the bottom. They're all above me. The other orphans and classmates and stuff are nobles, rich people like the Scotts and the Masons and Luke are kings and queens, and Adrian King is a god. Those are all metaphors, I'm using them to show how far below I am. The staff are commoners. I'm even lower than the staff. [Finn] "Where's Xander?" I ask Uncle Trey as the thirty orphans are bouncing around in their seats, excited for a real Thanksgiving dinner. A couple of the orphans ask that after me. "I'd expect him to be here, eager for the food." "He's in the sauna right now," Uncle Trey answers. "He's in one of his moods." "You guys have a sauna?" One of the younger boys, who's been impressed with everything, exclaims in excitement. "We have two," Uncle Trey answers. "Though one of them is Xander's own sauna. He's supposed to be joining us for lunch, but he's in a bad mood, and so has grounded himself to his room for lunch. Don't ask, I'm not sure why." Uncle Trey declares that it's time to begin, and he cuts the turkey, then lets the staff take over. We serve ourselves, for the most part, and Uncle Trey allows everyone a small amount of wine to go with the turkey. Aunt Linda is drinking more than a little bit of the wine. Lately, she's been drinking wine more and more often, and in greater quantities. Uncle Trey says that if he tries to talk her out of it, she just ignores him or gets angry. We and my parents and Karma are all thinking that she's upset about Xander. As much as she tries to love him, he pushes it away. He wants his own space, he wants to do his own thing, and he wants to be around her as little as possible. He avoids her. He even goes as far as taking a longer route to get somewhere if he sees her, and only asks Uncle Trey for things, not her. He barely answers her questions when she tries to talk to him, even less than he does with the rest of us. It's depressing her, and I know that Uncle Trey is putting his foot down when it comes to her having her way with handling Xander. He knows that she scares the kid and makes him uncomfortable to an extreme level. Most people say the women control the relationship. I know that's not true in this one. Uncle Trey gets his way, and he's not abusive or anything, he just doesn't put up with crap. And the money and property are all his, and she knows it. Aunt Linda is up in her room, passed out, shortly after lunch ends, and the other kids are allowed to hang out, as long as they stay within the boundaries set by the guards blocking the paths. Uncle Trey and I go to the annex to see what Xander's up to, since he's no longer in the sauna, and he answers the door looking annoyed. Not just having an annoyed look in his eyes, but actually looking annoyed. That's a new one for him. "What?" That's not. "Lunch is over," Uncle Trey says. "The others are all playing or watching something. Are you going to come and eat, now?" "I ate in here," Xander answers. "After I got out of the sauna. I was hungry." "What do you do to close up your pores?" I ask. "I know you don't go into the cooling pond, you're scared of drowning." "The pool downstairs has an attached shower," Xander looks at me like I'm an idiot. "I run the water really cold and get under that. My pores close right up." "You invited them over," Uncle Trey says. "Aren't you going to at least spend a little bit of time with them?" "No." "Hey, Finn," Uncle Trey looks at me. "How was dessert?" "It was good," I answer. "Especially that cheesecake. One thing the staff's never been able to do right is cheesecake, so I was really surprised to see that there. When did someone start being able to make some?" "Liar." "Huh?" I look at Xander. "You didn't like the cheesecake." "Yes, I did," I say. "We all enjoyed it, it was pretty damn good. Why do you think I didn't like the cheesecake?" "Because he made it," Uncle Trey answers. "I saved you a slice, too, Xander." "No need," he says. "I already know it's disgusting, you don't have to force it on me. Are you going to keep bothering me? I'd like to close the door, it's a little cold out." "One last thing," Uncle Trey does his best not to sigh in frustration. "What do you want for Christmas?" "I don't celebrate Christmas," Xander closes the door. "You did say one last thing," I look at Uncle Trey, who looks baffled. "Did you expect him to do anything else?" "I honestly should have expected that," he says. "He doesn't celebrate Christmas? I'll ask him again when he's in a better mood." "Don't bother," I say. "I've gotten the impression from the kids at the orphanage that Xander just stays in his room for Christmas, and never messes with what he gets unless it's useful to him. They're all excited to get what little the staff got him, he's unemotional about it. Typical Xander, there. At least you don't have to do anything extra." That's true, there. My godparents don't celebrate Christmas, though they do still buy Karma and me a couple of things. The house never gets decorated, and they never plan anything big. "Linda's not going to be happy," he sighs. "She was hoping to get him stuff that he'd like in the hopes that it'd get him to start to open up to her." "And you?" "Books," he answers. "He's been reading a lot lately, even if he can't spell worth crap. And he's got a sudden interest in cooking lately, so I was going to include a couple of cookbooks." That last part's weird. Why does Xander have a sudden interest in doing something that he believes he sucks at? Especially if he was the one who made the dessert. He thinks it was awful, but still brought it out for us to eat. Something very strange is going on with Xander. He gets into trouble, he turns out to have burned down a house after being raped, he's hanging out with people that he gets into trouble while he's hanging out with, he's being more talkative and more blunt, even daring, in what he says, and is suddenly finding an interest in things he believes he sucks at, and verbally says he sucks at it while at the same time letting others have it. What is going on with my godbrother? ~~END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN~~ Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! As always, any feedback, be it comments, questions, suggestions, etc., can be sent to me at kingkurt1339@gmail.com – I try to respond to every email! I'm now on Twitter! If you want to follow me, look me up @KurtMKing – I'll post on there when I post new chapters, too, but I'll also post other stuff, too. We're at the mid-point of the month, and I know I promised Matt's story started by the end of the month – I'm still on track for that! I'm just dealing with Xander being Xander and Matt being Matt. Speaking of Xander being Xander – do any of you know what's going on with him? :D Thanks for reading, and look forward to Chapter Nineteen!