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You know they're doin' it
Rough Diamond 
11th-Apr-2009 05:29 am
Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named in this story.
Warning: This story contains mention of prostitution, group sex, violence, m/m orgies
and one wild raccoon.

Summary: Xander is a male prostitue. It is his chosen occupation and he is very
happy with it. One night he takes on a group of clients with a friend and things
do not go as planned. When his friend is found murdered, homicide is called in.
Spike is a brilliant detective with OCD issues. When he is told to hide out in the
woods with the witness to protect, he gets more than he could have imagined.

As soon as Spike and Penn approached the restaurant, Penn was amused
to see one of the waitresses hustle out to hold open the door. Spike had
obviously been here at least often enough for the help to know how to
accommodate his quirky behavior.

Still, her smile was genuine and Penn had long ago accepted the fact that
people were usually more than willing to overlook the oddities that made
Spike such a strange bird because his endearing and compassionate
personality far out weighed the few peculiar habits he displayed.

"You're late tonight, Detective Bradshaw."

Spike smiled and headed directly to his carefully chosen table. It was the
one just far enough from the front door to avoid a draft, but equally
distanced from both the men's room on the left and the kitchen to the

"Good evening, Patty. Yeah, I got a bit behind in my paperwork and forgot
the time. We're not too late for dinner? yeah?"

Penn settled in across from his friend and grinned. He had seen Spike tip
and wasn't worried that there would be any hesitation in serving them.

"Don't be silly Detective. Anytime you can stop in we are glad to serve you.
Now you two just sit tight and I'll be right back."

Penn scowled and confusion wrinkled his brow as he watched the trim,
attractive waitress's hips sway as she hurried away.

"Wait a minute. She didn't take our orders. We didn't even see a menu."

Spike tried to control the look of disgust that crossed his face before he
carefully shook out his paper napkin, checked both sides of it and then laid
it neatly over his right knee.

"Don't be silly, Penn. Those menu's are horrendous breeding grounds for
germs of every shape and size. Do you know how many people come in
here every day and touch them? God only knows where there hands have
been before that. They blow their noses, pee and shake their dicks without
washing up after, not to mention the women..."

Spike visually shuddered as he forced himself to finish the sentence.

"...that handle those sanitary nappy things before...."

Unable to continue, Spike gagged, snatching the napkin off his lap and
clutching it to his mouth in a desperate bid not to vomit.

It was all Penn could do not to whoop with laughter. When he finally
thought he could speak without chuckling, he asked.

"So what did we order?"

Somewhat recovered, Spike crumpled the now unusable napkin and shoved
it aside.

"Turkey and swiss on toasted white bread, sliced tomatoes on the side,
green beans in a separate dish and unsweetened ice tea in freshly
washed glasses."

Penn just shrugged. He would have preferred a pounded steak and baked
potato but the hassle really wasn't worth it.

"Yeah, ok So how's it going on the drug case?"

Spike snorted and shook his head.

"It's not. We have names and lists of suspected runners and king pins,
mostly from South America, but when I run them on national and international
records, it's like they don't exist. They are all clean. I can't even come
up with a ticket for jay walking. I can't come up with one single reason
to bring them in for interrogation."

Penn propped his elbows up on the table as he thought about it.
"What about the money? You know the key to catching them is to follow
the money trail. An operation the size of this, shit, you'd have to be looking
at millions."

Spike sighed. All of this was information he had already examined from
every side possible and the results were always the same. No results.
Still, it helped immensly have a good friend like Penn to bounce ideas off of.
He had hoped his collegue could look at it with fresh eyes and see some
small detail that Spike had overlooked.

"According to my estimation, over the last two years, the figure would be
closer to a billion. It must be coming in, at least in part, through the docks
but with the economy and the security force layoffs, I know they are not
scanning all the incoming shipments like they should. I have INS watching
their visas and none of them are one minute over their permitted time for
a visit in the States."

"No squealers? No one on the streets selling any info on them?"

Spike laughed.
"Hell no. Even my most reliable snitches are in hiding on this one. They
are scared to death."

"Well, maybe......"

Before Penn could finish his thought, the waitress returned. With a pleasant
smile, she set down Spike's plate directly in front of him. Next was the
tea in it's appropriate spot and followed by the small bowl of green beans
directly to the left. Spike visibly relaxed at her ability to get it right. She
then set down a clean, wrapped set of silverware still steaming from the

Without missing a beat, she did exactly the same for Penn. He winked at
her as indication that ritual, while amusing, was not necessary for him.
She just shrugged.

"Ok then. You two need anything else?"

Spike carefully lifted the crumpled paper napkin in his fingertips and handed
it to her.

"No, Love. I do believe we are all set."

As she walked away, He carefull unfolded the new napkin and placed it
again on his right knee. After a few minutes of careful poking, proding
and examination of the food, he judged it all edible and with a grin, dove in.

Penn chuckled and followed suite.

The rest of the meal was relaxed and companionable as they tossed about
ideas on Spike's case and laughed over fond memories of oft repeated
stories of their early days as rookie patrol officers.

When the check finally came, Spike sat back and smiled across the table.
Penn was his best friend in the world, something as a lonely child he thought
he would never have. In the beginning, he had wished Penn were gay and
they could be a couple. Now he was older and much wiser. Sex would
ruin what they had and that was too much to risk.

No, Tom Penndelton was straight as an arrow and Spike wouldn't want it
any other way.
11th-Apr-2009 01:55 pm (UTC)
as usual i am enjoying this story very much
my mind boggles at how you can have so many
stories all of them excellent and so different from each other
cant wait till i see how you get spike and xan
to be a couple.
11th-Apr-2009 02:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. My brain does tend to scamper
about. Spike and Xander will cross paths in just
two more chapters and be stuck with each other through
the rest of the story
11th-Apr-2009 03:17 pm (UTC)
Ah! How sweet! It must be nice for Spike to have a friend like Penn who can accept his weirdness.
11th-Apr-2009 03:49 pm (UTC)
We all need someone that we are not romantically connected to that will accept us 100% for who and what we are.
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11th-Apr-2009 05:36 pm (UTC)
It is amazing how big tips improve a waitress's job performance.
Besides that, I think Spike is likable despite his odd behavior.
11th-Apr-2009 07:35 pm (UTC)
Its nice that Spike has a friend who accepts him as he is. What is he going to think about Xander and his oodles of germs?
11th-Apr-2009 07:56 pm (UTC)
Spike will, of course, be horrified. Maybe Xander can
bring him around.
11th-Apr-2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
When Spike and Xander get thrown together

When Spike and Xander get thrown together I wonder how Xander will deal with a Anal Retentive Spike. For that matter how will Spike deal with someone like Spike. This should be interesting.

i wonder
11th-Apr-2009 08:37 pm (UTC)
It won't take long to find out. They will be thrown together in the next
couple days.
12th-Apr-2009 09:53 am (UTC)
Let's face it Xander is used to dealing with all kinds of men and their 'quirks'. Spike will seem like a walk in the park, with the added incentive that he 'wants' to deal with him of course!

Edited at 2009-04-12 09:55 am (UTC)
12th-Apr-2009 10:03 am (UTC)
I don't think they will have too much trouble finding a common interest.
14th-Apr-2009 09:17 pm (UTC)
Your Spike is so great. I do love his spleens and I do love the suspense in your fic. Oh Bee I want to read more, now! Thanks for sharing your great talent. And hey, I'm glad Tom isn't gay. If they both would have a relationship there would be no place for Xander (well, if they both would be happy in their not existent relationsship) Oh wait, hey, sorry, I'm tired. Very much and *yaaaawwwwnnn* .... go and read more

14th-Apr-2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
Poor Baby, a big yawn and so sleepy.
No, Spike needs Penn for a friend. We will have to find
someone else to be his lover. Hmmm. Who could that be?
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