bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Rough Diamond

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 prostitute. 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.

Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banners, the story idea and for holding my
hand during the writing.

Another wave of violent shudders wracked Xander's body and he tried
to fold up within himself. Which ever of his neighbors had called the
police to complain about his annoying screaming, must have also called
an ambulance. The first ones on the scene, the EMT's were nice. One
of them had given him this scratchy wool blanket that he had tightly
wrapped around himself.

Then the cops came. Xander couldn't remember the ride, but one of
them had stuffed him in the backseat of a cruiser and brought him in.
With no conversation or explanation, they had put him here, in this small
windowless room, and told him they would be back but now, Xander
wondered if they had forgotten about him.

There was no one to ask. There was no way to tell the time. The walls
were blank. There was no phone. There was only a large mirror on the
far was supposedly to make sure you looked your best when they brought
in the rubber hoses.

Xander sat silently on the straight backed wooden chair. The only other
items in the room were a table and another matching chair. Xander
wished there were a bed. His body had surged and plummeted and
now the need to sleep was overwhelming yet, he knew as soon as he
closed his eyes, he would see it again.

In fact, he was certain that every night for the rest of his life, when he laid
his head down and closed his eyes, he would see it.

The blood.

All that blood. Blood that splattered the walls and the ceiling. Blood
that dripped off the furniture and curtains. So much blood. Xander
wonder how all that blood could come from just one person. From Joey.
He tried not to let his friend's name come to mind because that's what
drove him closer to breaking and, for now, he needed to hold it together.

"So whadda think?"

The questioning officer stood with his uniformed arms crossed over his
chest and he stared through the two way mirror at the boy in the interrogation
room. His partner and the driver of the cruiser that had been the first on
the scene simply shrugged.

"I dunno Bill. If we're taking bets, I guess I'd say no. I mean from the
Mickey D's that was dumped on the floor and the shocked expression
on his face, he didn't look like he had just offed his friend, but, hey, what
do I know? I'm just the cop on the street. They pay the big bucks to the
suits. Speaking of which, who got called in?"

Roy checked his notes before tucking the small flip pad back in his pocket.

"Bradshaw and Penndelton. I think they were going to the scene to take
some notes and talk to the next door neighbor who called before turning
things over to the CSI. They should be here shortly. I don't imagine this
investigation will be too in depth. After all, one street whore kills another
one, who cares, right?"

Bill's eyebrows went up and he leaned closer to the mirror to get a better

"The boy's a whore? You mean he actually bends for bucks? Like a

Roy laughed and slapped his young partner on the back.

"You ain't workin' the suburbs anymore, Pal. This is the down and dirty
inner city. The boy lets anyone with a couple dollars fuck him in the ass.
Probably got every disease in the books."

Bill nose wrinkled in disgust but before the conversation could continue,
the door opened and their mouths wisely snapped shut.

"Good evening, Gentlemen. How is our witness doing?"

Officer Roy snorted.
"Seems to be cooling his heels. He hasn't made any statements and he
just sits there rocking back and forth like a baby. I figure he'll be
sucking his thumb soon. Course it won't be the first thing he has sucked,
if you get my drift."

Penn just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, drift received and we appreciate your expert opinion. You guys
can go. We'll take it from here."

Roy bristled at the perceived insult and the flip dismissal but knew that
was the way it worked so, with a nod to his partner and a look of disdain
to the detectives, he left the room. When they were finally alone, Penn
turned all his attention to the young man in the mirror. Spike, too, was
taking a minute to assess him.

"On first peck, I'd say he didn't do it, but I'll bet a week's pay he knows
who did."

Spike nodded his agreement. He was almost grateful that the boy had
gotten killed when his name came up on the call in list. A good homicide
was just what he needed to get his mind off the Colombian drug case.

"So, you ready to do this?"

Spike reached in to his pocket and pulled out a small sealed pack which
he quickly tore open. He immediately shook out the enclosed rubber
gloves and slipped them on his hands before announcing,

"I'm ready."

Penn just grinned. He was fairly sure his partner didn't know this boy's
chosen occupation and he couldn't wait to see the look on Spike's face
when he figured it out.

Xander had been waiting for what seemed like hours, yet when the door
finally opened, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He eyed the two men who
came in suspiciously. Both dressed in suits, they could have been insurance
agents or bankers, but they sure didn't look to him like cops.

"Alexander Harris? Good evening. I'm detective Penndelton and this is
Detective Bradshaw. We would like to ask you a few questions, but first
you want to express our sympathy for the death of your, um, friend?
Is that what he was? Was Joseph Bellows your friend or was there
something more between you?"

Xander silently stared. He knew what they wanted. They wanted tears
and outrage. They wanted revealing, shouted facts that they could use
against him later. 'Hell,' he thought with a snort, 'They probably want
donuts and Starbucks'.

Finally, Xander turned his head to face the more obnoxious one and
he smiled.

"Joey and I were just friends, Yeah, sometimes we doubled up but we
only fucked each other when the customer paid extra. You ever pay extra?"

Penn grinned, thinking 'Touche!'

Spike's eyes got big as his brain found the words. 'A whore?' and he
took a step back. There was no telling how far germs could jump in
such a confined space. It was an action that caught Xander's eye and
for the first time he really looked at the smaller, blond detective. Under
different circumstances, he would have been just the type of man that
would have attracted him. Short, trim, muscular, with a body that just
screamed 'understated Power'.

Then Xander's eye saw the detective's hands and it was like a slap to
the face. Rubber gloves! He was so afraid of actually coming in contact
with the contamination of a whore that he wore rubber gloves! Xander
turned away and sniffed. He also promised himself that at some point,
as soon as the opportunity presented itself, he would make a point of
touching the bastard.
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