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.

After cautiously scanning the area for threats, Spike quickly led his
charge through the adjacent hallway to the rear door of the booking
area of the government building. They quickly proceeded to the parking
garage where Spike held his hand up indicating that Xander should wait.

With his hand on his shoulder holster, Spike stepped into the secured
garage and assured himself that the tight security had not been breeched
and, with a wave of his hand, indicated it was safe for Xander to follow.

When he had returned earlier, Spike had parked his prized Volvo as
close to the exit as possible, assuring they would be inside, doors
locked, and safely concealed before even the overhead cameras could
catch wind of their leaving.

Standing by the passenger's door, no conversation passed between
them as Spike went to the drivers's side and he unlocked the door while
Xander took the time to admire the car. It was showroom perfect. Even
in the dim light of the car park, he could see that there wasn't a speck
of dust or dirt anywhere on it.

It was painted a deep, titanium gray that glistened and shined, reflecting
even the glaring, false light of the overhead industrial bulbs of the parking
garage. The car had dark, factory tinted windows and expensive wheel
rims that shined like the silver balls on a Christmas tree.

Xander had sucked cock in some pretty nice cars, but this one really
took the prize. He wondered if it was new. He decided that it must be.
Either that or the detective never drove it on common errands. It lacked
the tell tale scratches that are virtually impossible to avoid when grocery
carts, baby buggies and punks with jealous pen knives see something
like this sitting outside the mall.

He was quickly getting excited at the thought of riding in such luxury and
continued to patiently wait by the passenger's side with the door handle
already in his hand. When Xander heard the click of the lock release,
he jerked open the door, inhaled the heady aroma of leather cleaner
and Windex and he began to sit down.

"NO! STOP!!"

Spike's screeching shout, caught Xander off guard and he immediately
jumped back as the detective ran around to the boy's side of the vehicle.
He wondered if there was a bomb inside. Had he been discovered?
Should he tuck, duck and roll?


Expecting Spike to draw his weapon, or at least call for back up, Xander
was confused when the detective hurriedly stepped between him and the
car and calmly went about the task of popping open the glove box where
he extracted a small, white, clean towel. Xander stood back with his arms
crossed as he watched the Volvo's owner neatly spread the towel across
the passenger's seat.

He smoothed it out and picked at it till he assure himself that it covered
as much area as possible and the wrinkles were neatly pressed out.
Finally, he stepped back, sighed and nodded toward the confused rider.

"Ah, there we are. Please, please, have a seat."
Without waiting for the boy's response, Spike hustled back to his own

Xander immediately reached in, snatched the towel off his seat and
tossed it into a crumpled heap on the floor in the back. He then flopped
down and glared at the man he assumed was insulting him.

The minute Spike was in and saw what Xander had done, he turned to
face him.

"Now see here. As owner and driver of the vehicle in question, I do
believe that I have say over how said vehicle is treated."

Xander too, turned his body fully to the side to face off with the suited,
stick up the butt detective.

"Well, let me tell you something. If you think, because of what I do, that
I am going to contaminate your precious car, well, fuck you. I'm tested
regularly at the clinic and I ain't got no diseases. I took a shower. I'm
every bit as clean as you are. I don't have whore cooties that are going
to jump off my ass and burrow deep in to the upholstery so if you think
I'm going to sit on that fucking towel, forget it."

Spike had the decency to feel a bit sheepish. He had not considered
his action would be interpreted as an insult, still, it did slightly concern
him that there possibly were a form of cootie that, no,
he was certain that wasn't the case.

"Look, it appears we are getting off on the wrong foot. It just so happens
that I ask everyone who sits there to place a towel under themselves.
After all, I don't know how people live or what sort of germs could be
transmitted. My partner never complains."

Xander pulled his door shut and he settled in. His anger had cooled
somewhat and he decided to reserve his opinion on whether or not
his keeper was an ass hole or just a clueless idiot. Either way, it was
making this little camping trip look a lot less appealing. Then, he
remembered what Buffy had said and, despite himself, he was again
getting excited at the prospect of actually camping out in the woods.

"Well, then your partner is a putz. Look, maybe I overreacted. We are
going to be spending a lot of time together this week and we might as
well get along, right?"

Spike grinned and glanced at his passenger. Cooperation and
consideration were the keys to a successful cohabitation. Spike had
read that somewhere once and it seemed a very logical concept.
In theory. He had hoped to never test it in practice.

"Excellent. Cooperation. That is the key. We shall do just fine this
week. Although it will be most helpful if we keep in mind certain
considerations of the other."

Xander's brow wrinkled slightly and he glanced to the side.


Spike was delighted that they were able to broach this subject so early
in their trip. Might as well lay all cards out on the table and understand
each other before they get any further down the highway. It will make
the entire trip slightly less horrendous.

"Yes, little things. Give and takes that will assure our co habitation will
be less stressful. Don't you agree? Tell you what, I'll give you some of
my simple requests and then you do the same."

Xander's silence was Spike's signal to continue.

"Good. Good. For example. Please never remove your shoes inside
the vehicle. In direct contrast, please ALWAYS remove your shoes as
soon as we enter the cottage. Next, I will have to insist that certain
cleanliness be observed at all times. Whenever the kitchen is used, all
surfaces must be wiped down immediately. I have brought a container
of disinfectant wipes. Next, and possibly most important is the treatment
of the facilities."

Xander blinked.

"The restroom facilities. It is absolutely crucial that the entire room be
cleaned twice a day and each time you use it. Have you any idea how
many airborne germs there are in an area such as that?"

Xander had now lost all interest in the luxury and opulence of the interior
of the car and he stared at the driver in dry disbelief.

"You really are fucked up aren't you?"

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