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.
When Spike got frustrated, he cleaned and by the time Xander came back in
to the cabin, it was again spotless and lemony smelling. Unfortunately, the detective
was still frustrated and as soon as the boy reentered, Spike pointed to a rickety,
"Sit down, Xander. We need to talk."
Xander sauntered past the stove, pausing to note the total lack of anything
cooking, and he glanced critically at Spike.
"No breakfast? I think it's against the rules of the Geneva Convention
to keep me a prisoner without feeding me."
Spike immediately felt flustered and guilty.
"Oh, right, yes, I was just about to......HEY! Breakfast can wait. You and I
need to get a few things straight Buster, and no more distractions till we do.
With an easy casual smile, Xander tipped back his head and ran his fingers through
his long, dark, soft hair and he lowered himself on to the assigned seat. He flopped
one arm over the back of the chair and he crossed his legs.
"What's up, boss?"
Spike was temporarily distracted by the strong, handsome face and the trim,
youthful body before he shook his head to clear it. When he finally remembered
what it was he wanted to talk about, he shook his finger in the boy's face.
"Now, see here. This is not a vacation. There will be no adopting of wild, flea
bitten, rabies infected stray animals as pets. This is serious business. There are
some very dangerous men out there who want nothing more than to put bullet
between your eyes and it's my job to make sure that that doesn't happen.
We are up here hiding out and remaining incommunicado while these killers are
rounded up for arrest and trial. A trial in which you, my friend, are a critical witness.
It is my sworn duty to protect you. Now, somehow I think we got off track and I,
as the one in charge, accept full responsibility for this misunderstanding. However,
I am putting all this right and from now on there will be no hanky panky."
Xander listened to the detective's speech patiently and calmly. As Spike pattered
on, Xander smiled, nodded and entertained himself by unbuttoning his shirt down
to where it tucked into his jeans. He then slid his hand in and he tugged on his
nipple ring, again promising himself that when they got back to the city, he would
have the other one done to match. When his keeper finally appeared to be finished,
Xander sat forward in his chair.
"That was very interesting, Spike. Just so I have a complete understanding, what
exactly is your definition of hanky panky?"
Spike's blue eyes flared angrily at Xander's refusal to take this seriously and he
waggled his fingers back and forth between them.
"This! This, whatever that was that happened, is hanky panky! And in order for
'THIS' to not happen again, we will maintain an appropriate distance between us
at all times."
Xander just shrugged.
"So we won't be sharing a bed?"
Spike frowned. Sleeping arrangements were tricky. There was only one bed and
when he remembered last night, he did not want a repeat of the fiasco with the
"Well, actually, since there is only the one bed, we will have to share, but we
are both grown, intelligent men and it can be done with decorum."
Xander's lip quirked up at the corner.
"Oh, so then we will be sleeping together just not 'sleeping together'."
Spike sputtered and took a step back.
"WHAT? Nothing was ever said about you and I sleeping together."
Spike dramatically made air quotes with his fingers on the last two words.
"But you just said......"
"I know what I said Xander! I am certain I qualified my answer. We will
most defiantly NOT be engaging in any improper activity. Not in bed,
not in the living room and not in the kitchen. Nowhere."
Xander glanced down and casually picked a piece of dry grass off his jeans
before looking Spike again in the eye.
"So, you don't want me to kiss you again?"
Spike blinked and his breath hitched. He wasn't sure why he wasn't outraged at
the suggestion. Maybe it was because little Spike had just squirmed happily in
his denim confines and when he answered, the anger seemed to have evaporated
from his voice.
"Um, I'm sure that would be considered improper activity."
Xander frowned as though he were considering this issue seriously.
"Oh, I only ask because if I accidentally roll over and my lips happen to brush
against yours, I don't want you to accuse me of, what did you call it? Oh, yes,
Spike's traitorous brain immediately drew him a picture of them rolling together
in the warm, soft bed as various body parts went bump in the night. His eyes
glazed over as he swallowed and attempted to keep his voice firm.
"No, of course not. I mean, things happen. I'm sure, as long as it were
unintentional it is......."
"So, then you DO want me to kiss you again."
Spike scratched his head.
"What? No. Well, if it just happens......."
Whatever else Spike was about to say was forgotten as Xander rose to his feet
and he stepped up to the flustered detective. He wrapped his arms around
Spike's waist and pulled their bodies tightly together before leaning down,
stopping when their lips were just lightly touching.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Spike. Do you have any objections?"
"No." Spike's voice was a very unmanly squeak.
When the breath stealing, tonsil licking kiss finally ended, Xander released his
grip on the smaller man so quickly that Spike staggered back, bumping into the edge
of the stove. Turning to leave the kitchen, Xander looked back with a wink and a smile.
"I'm gonna see to the fire while you cook us some breakfast and scramble up an
extra egg for Rocky. Him and I are a couple of hungry varmints."
Spike giggled at the silly joke and blushed.