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Rough Diamond

Title: ROUGH DIAMOND
20/43
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.

Spike dried, dressed and disinfected the kitchen with lightning speed. He
practiced and rehearsed, in his brain, numerous admonishments that he would
confront the boy with. There must be rules! There had to be certain guidelines
and protocol followed and respected. The scurrilous boy needed to be made
to understand that Spike was in charge and that this was not a camp out for fun
and frolic.

Marching into the living area, Spike's speech was temporarily forgotten by what
he saw. The room was transformed. It was clean, certainly not as clean as he
could have done, but acceptable and surprisingly welcoming. The fireplace
crackled and came to life as it gave off a golden light and heat that filled the
room with comfort. He could see that Xander had put forth a great deal of effort
and he decided that maybe his stern talking to could wait till later.

"Well, now, isn't this nice."

The pride on Xander face beamed brighter than the oil lamps and his smile warmed
Spike's heart in a way no stone chimney ever could.

"Really? You like it? I just....."

Whatever else he was going to say was interrupted by a pounding on the door.
When Xander reached for the handle, Spike lurched forward to stop him, whispering
harshly.

"No! Get back."

Standing to the side, Spike withdrew his weapon and held it firmly in both hands
before calling out.

"Who is it?"

"Mason's Market. Delivery"

Spike reached down and turned the door knob, jerking it open and spinning
around to face the startled, freckled faced boy on the other side.

"Wow, is that a real gun?"

When he saw that the visitor was nothing more than a pup, Spike stuck his weapon back in the holster with a huff and walked away. Xander then hurried up with a grin to relieve the boy of the packages in his arms.

"Come on, bring the rest in the kitchen. Did you bring the pizza? You didn't
forget the beer did you? Oh, my God, it smells good."

Spike dropped into the chair by the fireplace and watched the two boys go
into the kitchen together. He hoped that whatever the lad had brought was in
sealed containers. God only knows where THOSE hands have been.

The small, blond delivery boy helped Xander remove all the items from the
paper sacks as he introduced himself.

"I'm Andrew. My Pop owns the market and I deliver. You the guy who
called? You Joe Smith?"

Xander frowned at the odd name before remembering that it was originally
his own concoction. Continuing to shove items in the cupboards, he grabbed
out a couple plates and inhaled deeply over the steaming cardboard box.

"Ah, yeah, that's me. I'm Joe. Well, thanks for the delivery. I guess you can...."

Andrew made no move to leave. Instead, he leaned over, his elbows on the
cheap Formica counter top, his head on his hands.

"What about the other guy? The one with the big... gun? He's really magnificent.
You two...Lovers?"

The last word was whispered with a conspiratorial giggle.

Xander snorted and shoved a piece of pizza in his mouth.

"Nah, just friends. You interested? Heeeey, you know what? You might have
a chance. You're just his type. He likes 'em young and blond. Why don't
you go out there and let him know you are available."

Andrew's eyes lit up and his entire little body twitched. His wide blue eyes
darted toward the closed door and back to Xander. With his mouth
shoved full, all Xander could do was smile, nod and wink. Andrew jumped
to his feet, whispered his thanks and hurried through the door, letting it
swing closed behind him.

Xander happily unscrewed the bottle top and took a big swallow of beer
as he listened to the muffled, indiscernible voices. Then, right on cue,
Spike's shout of "Why you cheeky little bastard! Does your Mum know
what you are about? Take your grocery hauling little butt right back down
that road."

Xander snickered gleefully and drained his beer, reaching for a second. He
barely managed to control his laughter as the door was slapped open and
Mr. Magnificent himself stomped in.

"Well, I see you waited on me."

Xander shoved the pizza box across the table.
"Like one hog waits on another. Have some."

Spike cringed and stared into the strange cardboard box. He had never
eaten such a gross concoction in his life, unfortunately, he was starved and
drastic times called for drastic action.
Spike would eat pizza.

After rinsing a clean glass with hot water, he filled it with wine. He then got out
a plate, a previously boiled fork and a paper napkin. When he sat down, the
napkin crossed his right knee and the table setting was meticulously arranged.

Xander watched with interest as the detective carefully lifted one slice out with
the fork and placed it, point down, on his platter. Spike then proceeded, with
a knife and fork to slice and eat. Despite knowing the cheese would have dire
consequences, he had to admit that it wasn't all that bad. Finally, Xander
couldn't stand it any longer.

"So what was all that shouting about?"

Spike sputtered as he sipped his wine.
"The little bastard propositioned me!"

Xander reached for another piece and feigned outrage.
"What? No he didn't! Why, that's just shocking!"

Spike's eyes squinted into slits and he slammed down his fork.
"You put him up to that, didn't you?"

Xander tried his best to keep a straight face but failed. What started out as a
snicker, grew to a chuckle and finally he had to quickly swallow to prevent
spraying food when he burst out laughing.

When Spike realized the implication of Xander's hilarity, he tried to be mad.
Funny thing was, he didn't feel any malice in the joke and finally had to join in.
For a good three minutes both men rolled with laughter and the tears ran down
Spike's face. He couldn't remember ever laughing this hard.

Finally, with a gasp, he stopped laughing long enough to take a sip of wine.
He then looked Xander in the eye and said,

"You should have seen the boy's face."

And the uncontrolled laughter started again.
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