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 felt dizzy. His ears buzzed and his vision was unfocused. His heart rate
had gradually slowed and now resembled normal. He felt as though he had
just run a marathon. His brain tried to catalog the emotions he should be feeling.
(In alphabetical order, of course)
Emotions like, anger (at himself), chagrin, embarrassment, shame and hunger.
Spike shook his head. Hunger? Apparently the residual cloud of euphoria
was preventing him from prioritizing.
When Xander's little tutorial in the art of kissage had completed, Xander
had cheerfully tucked his half hard cock back in his jeans, grabbed a banana
from the kitchen counter, planted one last peck on the stunned detective's
lips and headed outside to start burning the pile of filthy curtains.
For a good three minutes, Spike was unable to move. He knew he had just
committed the biggest sin on the department. He had become involved with
a witness in a major case. When the suspects are caught and brought to trial,
this would compromise the boy's testimony and worse.
It would cost Spike his job.
It was an all encompassing word that said so much yet really said nothing.
Were they involved? They kissed and got off. No big deal, right?
Probably not to Xander who did it several times a night. In fact, Spike thought
sourly, that little episode would have cost him plenty if he were a customer.
It was an ugly thought that made Spike's stomach hurt, so he banished it
from his mind.
Spike pushed himself away from the table and stood on shaky legs. The
blood that slowly traveled from his deflating cock now fed the brain cells in his
head and his thoughts cleared. He couldn't imagine how he had allowed this to
happen but he promised himself that it was not to late to stop.
Nothing drastic had happened. He could still establish and reiterate the rules
and guidelines. He could still effectively do his job. Xander would just have to
understand that this sort of impropriety was unacceptable.
As his thoughts continued to rant, his fingertips brushed over his lips causing them
to tingle with the wonderful memory of the kiss.
"No. No. No."
He scolded as he paced, chastising himself for his unprofessional stupidity and his
body's insistence on remaining happy. Grabbing handfuls of hair, he spoke
firmly to himself.
"Get a grip, Spike. Get. A. Grip."
Taking a deep breath, it was then that he looked down and nearly screamed with
disgusted shock at this disheveled, soiled, contaminated clothing. Frantically, and
continuously repeating, "Ack! Ack! Ack!" Spike's hands flew as he quickly
stripped and kicked the nasty items across the floor. He then stood, stark naked,
with his hands on his hips and scowled thinking that they would no doubt, also have
to be burned. At this rate he would be left with nothing to wear by the week's end.
Although the cabin was small, and despite Xander's diligence in keeping the fireplace
stocked and burning, the kitchen, because it was separated with a closed door,
was chilly and damp. Spike hurried over to the sink and retrieved his wash pan.
He hustled through the routine of pouring alcohol into it for sterilization before
laying out his personal hygiene items on the side board. As foul and stinky
as he felt, this was going to be a quicky.
After filling the clean pan with steaming hot water, he scrubbed his face, dumped
and refilled it for his chest and arms. By the time he had worked his way down to
his crotch, he was feeling much better and he relaxed. Smiling, he lathered up his
cloth and allowed his mind to revisit the scene earlier. When he did, his eyes
immediately looked out the window to see what Xander was doing.
He quickly located him off to the far right where he had piled up the curtains along
with some old boxes and paper from the shed. Xander was standing tall in the bright
morning light. He had left his hat inside and the sun sparkled and glinted off the single
diamond stud in the boy's ear. Spike smiled as he enjoyed the scenery when something
caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.
He snapped his head to the side and his eyes scanned the quadrant. It had looked like
movement in the weeds but he couldn't tell. The grass was high and the area of clearing
small. Spike set down his soap and leaned closer to the window, his curiosity peaked.
Just as he was about to decide that it was simply the breeze or maybe just his imagination,
the high grass parted and a huge, hump backed, catlike creature popped out of the
foliage. In shocked recognition, Spike realized that it was the viscous beast that had attacked him last night.
And now it was headed for Xander!
Slithering forward, it was now less than ten feet from the boy who was totally unaware
that the monster was creeping up behind him, preparing to lunge. Frantically, Spike
pounded his palm against the kitchen window, shouting out a warning.
"XANDER! Turn around! Run! XANDER!"
It was fruitless. The boy was too far away to hear and Spike knew he was wasting
precious time. The animal was stalking it's prey and closing in fast.
Spinning around on his heels, Spike rushed from the kitchen. He bolted through
the cabin and in to the bedroom where he snatched his service revolver from
the night stand. Dashing back to the kitchen, Spike jetted out the back door,
where his bare feet barely touched the worn wooden steps before he landed on
the dew dampened grass.
He was horrified! The stupid boy was on his knees, reaching out toward the
carnivorous beast. Death was just inches from his boy's throat. Spike flew into
action. His hands came up and he drew a bead on a spot in the center of the
animal's head. Spike knew he was an excellent shot and with one pull of the trigger
he could blow the fucking beast to kingdom come.
He continued to close the distance between them, his gun raised and aimed as
"Xander! Get back. SLOWLY! I've got a clean shot. Step back. Don't
make any sudden moves."
Xander made no move to retreat. Much to the contrary and to Spike's dismay,
he again extended his hand toward the deadly creature. By now, Spike had reached
them and was shocked to see what was happening. Xander was feeding the
fucking beast his banana. Spike skidded to a stop. His heart was in his throat and
a sheen of sweat and fear coated his skin.
In contrast, Xander was obviously having the time of his life.
"Look, Spike. Isn't he just the cutest thing? I always wanted a pet. Can we keep him?
I already named him Rocky. Huh? Can we? Please?"
Spike's arm dropped to his side and he stared at his charge as though the boy had
grown a second head. At the same time, Rocky shoved another slice of banana in
his mouth and shot Spike a triumphant scowl that said he had already won.
Spike huffed in disgust, turned and started to stomp away as Xander called after him.
"Hey, Spike. You're naked. How come you're outside naked? Spike?"
Spike snarled and mumbled as he returned to start his sponge bath all over again.
"Shoulda fuckin' shot 'em both"