Rating: M for Mature language and m/m sex
Also warning for violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
or products named in this story
Spike is a Homicide detective trying
to stop a serial killer before he strikes
again. Xander is a psychic who offers
to help him.
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Faith jumped up and ran to the office door to make sure it was
secured and there was no chance of them being over heard.
"Damn, Spike, give a girl a little warning before you drop a bomb like
that. You really think it's possible?"
Faith continued to pace restlessly back and forth in front of Spike's desk.
She wanted to be outraged. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself
but something was stopping her. Something settling in her gut like a ten
pound sack of fertilizer.
Suddenly she hopped back in her chair and scooted it up close to the
desk where he sat, patiently waiting till she landed.
"O.k., say it's a possibility. How do we go about finding out without
anyone picking up on the direction our investigation is going. Do we
go to Giles?"
Spike shook his head.
"No. We don't tell anyone. Not yet. I mean, what do we have? Really
nothing but a hunch. No, first we need to go back and take another
look at everything from this different perspective. First thing I'd like
to do is go back and talk to that old man. The neighbor with the
peep hole. Um, I hate to ask but would you mind if I brought Xander
along? I think he might be able to help, besides, I'd really like you to
Faith stared at her partner. There was something else going on here
and she just couldn't put her finger on it. She had never seen Spike so
into anyone. The way his eyes sparkled and his cheeks flushed
whenever he said the man's name.....
it almost appeared that.........no, Faith scratched her head, and concluded
it must be her imagination. After all the only person in the station house
who was a bigger cockhound than Spike was that sleazy Liam O'Connor.
"Yeah, sure, give him a call. Hell, anything that helps. Listen, I'm going to
run to my office and make a couple calls. If you get hold of him let me
know and we can hit the road as soon as he's ready."
Spike waited till she was gone before picking up the phone. He fought
down the excited tingle he was certain was a teenaged girl thing and
hoped his voice was able to maintain a normal tone without cracking.
There was no need to locate the card. He knew the number by heart.
One ring. Spike tapped his pen impatiently on the desk.
Two rings. Spike stilled all movement and frowned.
Three rings. Just as he was about to scream in frustration, toss the
phone down and rush over there, it stopped.
"'Ello?" The voice was muffled, slow and sleepy. Spike smiled.
"Morning, Pet. Did I wake you?"
"Hey, Spike. No, well, yeah, but that's o.k. I'm glad you called.
Sorry I conked out on you yesterday. Sometimes it really drains me."
"'s'all right. I'm just glad you are better this morning. Say, Pet, I have
a bit of a favor to ask. My partner and I are going over to reinterview
a possible witness to the last victim. He is really old and I wondered
if you would like to come along. You know, see if he knows something
he just doesn't remember. What do you think?"
"I think hell yes! So, um, you're in your office? The office where I first
came to see you?"
Spike was a little confused.
"Yeah, that's where I am. Why?"
"Is your door shut? Are you alone?"
Automatically Spike glanced up and saw that, yes, Faith had closed
the door on her way out.
"It's closed. What is buzzin' about in your brain, Love?"
"Oh not much. I was just lying here wishing you were with me. You
know I don't wear anything to bed. All warm and naked here."
Xander stretch-strained his body like a cat in the sun.
Spike's mouth fell open. He couldn't believe what Xander apparently
had in mind.
Unfortunately his cock had tossed his vote in and was already starting to
"XANDER! Are you insane? I have no intention of having phone sex
with you while I'm sitting at my OFFICIAL desk. It is out of the question!
It is not going to happen! I'm on duty, Xander!"
Spike did not hang up the phone.
Xander chucked deeply, a sound that shot through Spike's body and
landed in his pants with a 'plop'.
"That's o.k. You don't have to do anything. I just woke up with this
annoying stiff, thick hard on and the memory of a lovely dream of you.
You don't have to do anything, just talk to me while I do."
Spike groaned and let his hand slide down to the front of his suit pants
pressing his hand firmly against the tent that already protruded.
"What do you want me to say?" Spike's voice was breathless.
"Um, just talk police talk to me. I'm all coated with KY and it
feels so good just stroking. Easy, slow, I don't want to cum yet.
Talk to me Spike. Say something about serving and protecting."
The throbbing in his balls was becoming uncomfortable and Spike
tried justifying what he was about to do by telling himself that if
he didn't free his cock immediately the leaking would cause an
embarrassing stain on the front of his pants.
Spike unzipped himself and struggled to free his rock hard cock
just seconds before the thick bubble dribbled down the side.
His brain floated in a fog and tried to comply with Xander's request.
Finally he said the only official police thing he could think of.
"You have the right to remain silent!"
Xander gasp. "Yeah, that's it."
"Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law."
Spike lifted his balls out and widened his legs. Quickly rummaging
in his top desk drawer he located a small bottle of hand lotion he
remembered Faith leaving there and he poured some in his hand.
He heard the breathing on the other end become quicker, more
"You have the right to have an attorney present during any questioning."
Spike could hear Xander moan softly and the wet sound of skin slapping
briskly against skin.
"I can't afford a lawyer, Officer."
Spike groaned and tucked a handkerchief around the base of his
cock to keep the dripping lotion and precum from soaking his pants.
He gripped the phone tightly and his strokes picked up speed.
"If you can't afford an attorney one will be appointed for you at the
court's expense. Do you understand your rights as I have explained
them to you?"
"Uh,Uh, yes sir. I understand. Will I be in trouble if I don't speak to
you?" Xander could already feel the slight tingle in his thighs and
balls he knew it wouldn't take much more.
Spike's cock ached almost painfully. He wanted Xander's lips back where
they belonged. He wanted to rush over there. He wanted the hand
wrapped around his cock to be larger, calloused, ten degrees hotter.
"You refuse to make a statement now and you will find yourself locked
in a 6x6 cell looking at the world through steel bars! You don't play
with the cops, Boy. Do I need to come over there and slap the cuffs
on you myself?"
"OH, DAMN!! OH YES!!"
Xander held it off just long enough to make it a bit painful before allowing the
rush to slam through him. Dropping the phone away from his ear his head
fell back into the pillow and his cock pumped copious amount of hot, thick
cum onto his stomach, pooling in the small little inny of a belly button.
The mental visual of his boy, naked, hard and jacking off to a telephone
call from Homicide Detective William Pratt sent Spike shooting into
his hand and over the edge of the chair onto the floor.
Spike laid the receiver of the phone down on the desk while he rode out
the aftershocks of the naughty phone sex. He closed his eyes and let the
wonderful waves of passion flush through him.
When the blood slowly seeped back into his brain he quickly fumbled
to clean himself up and stuff his half hard member back out of sight.
He could NOT believe he had just done that.
"Spike? Spike? Hey, you still there?"
Snatching the phone up, Spike growled,
"Yes I'm here. That could have been very embarrassing! What if we had
Xander laughed easily and stretched, throwing the covers off he sated body.
"We weren't. You worry too much. Give me 30 minutes to shower and
eat then pick me up. I can't wait to see you. Bye."
Spike stared at the dead phone.
He hung it up.