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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.
Breakfast was pleasant and surprisingly good. Although Spike ate only
scrambled egg whites and dry toast, he did concede that Xander had the
right to eat what he was accustomed to as well. With that in mind, he fried
up a huge skillet of potatoes and eggs while an old fashioned stove percolator
brewed a steaming pot of coffee.
He even, grudgingly, made enough for that vile beast, Rocky, although he would
die a bloody death at the creature's claws and fangs before admitting it.
Xander had spent the time in the small living room. He neatly stacked up the
morning's firewood before satisfying his curiosity by snooping through every drawer
and cubbyhole in the main room of the cabin. Much to his delight, he found a
small portable radio, a deck of cards, and a worn box that contained most of the
pieces for a game of Monopoly. Things were looking up.
He also came across a note pad and a well chewed pencil which he used to
start a short list to call in to Andrew. They would need batteries, beer and
more wine. Lots of wine. As he wrote, Xander inhaled deeply.
The smells that filled the cabin drifted up through his nose and spread a
homey warmth throughout his body. This whole thing had already been an
amazing experience. Something he never thought he would have and he had
to admit, quirky as he was, Spike was the perfect one to share it with.
Although the detective was unlike anyone he had ever met before, Xander was
very attracted to him and couldn't understand why it was taking so long to get
to the fucking. Still, as bizarre as he was, Spike was very companionable.
The only one better would have been Joey.
When Xander thought of his lost friend, his eyes burned with unshed tears.
Joey had been his everything before the drugs came between them. They were
friends, lovers, brothers, working partners and more. Now Joey was gone and
just when Xander thought he was all alone in the world, Spike shows up.
Xander wasn't a fool. He knew everything Spike spouted in his little speech was
true. This wasn't a vacation. They weren't friends. Yet, here they were and
Xander had learned in his short life that the good times are few and far between.
When you saw one come along, you had to grab it and squeeze every drop of
gold from it that you could.
This little excursion into the great unknown was one of those moments and it was
exactly what Xander needed right now. It's distraction helped him block out the
vivid mental image of his best friend lying in a pool of blood in Xander's dreary,
small apartment. Without realizing it, the blond detective had become Xander's
anchor and salvation.
He just hoped the uptight cop cracked soon. Two days was the longest Xander
had gone without sex since his virginity was bartered to the school principal in
exchange for a dismissing a week's detention at the age of 15.
Seduction was amusing, but Xander needed to fuck.
When breakfast was over and both men full, they sat back in comfortable silence
over a second cup of coffee. Xander had piled the table scraps into a tin pie pan
and was thinking about getting up and taking it out to his pet when he noticed Spike
squirming and frowning.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Spike rubbed his bulging, hard belly and screwed his face up distastefully.
"I'm afraid I need to evacuate. I have a very regular constitution and this time of
the morning I.........well, you get the picture."
No, Xander didn't.
"What the fuck are you?.......Oh, you need to shit? So go. What's the big deal?"
Spike gagged as the thought rose, along with the bile, from his stomach. Xander
got the picture and he roared with laughter.
"It's the shitter isn't it? You're afraid to use the privy. Well, where the fuck
have you been pissing? Don't tell me you haven't peed since we got here."
Spike straightened up in his chair. This entire conversation was intrusive, improper
and embarrassing.
"Of course I have urinated. I just chose to relieve myself in a less confining space."
Xander nodded.
"O.k, so you pissed on a tree. That's cool. Quick squirt and a shake, no
problem, but you know you gotta sit down to shit. You can't do that standing
up. Nope, you are gonna have to hold your nose and do the deed. Tell you
what, why don't you just mosey on out there and drop the log while I sit here
and finish my coffee. Then we can decide what to do with our day. Oh, and by
the way, you'll need to grab a page or two of newspaper off the porch."
Spike's eyes bugged in horror and he wondered, for a minute, if he could ignore
the urge and he prayed it would go away. Another wave of wrenching colon
twisting cramps told him 'no'. This was going to have to be dealt with. Soon.
Xander smiled innocently and as Spike rose, the boy acted, for all the world, as
if his only concern was the fascinating cup of coffee that sat in front of him. He
never looked up or acknowledged the detective as he left the cabin, however,
as soon as the door swung shut, Xander leapt from his chair and rushed to the
window to enjoy the show.
He watched the poor man drag himself across the clearing toward the small
outhouse with the quarter moon carved in the door. He chuckled as Spike
paused out front, reached in his pocket and pulled out a package Tucking
the newspaper between his knees, he opened the pouch, extracted the rubber
gloves and he snapped them in place.
Xander gripped the edge of the sink firmly and he leaned forward, a look
of anticipation and glee covered his face as he watched Spike reach for the
wood and rope handle with the tips of two fingers.
Xander rocked back and forth on his heels as he muttered to himself.
"Cooome on. You can do it. You know you got to. Step in, Spike"
Just as he was about to think the detective didn't have it in him. Xander watched
as the phobic blond lurched inside, the door swung shut and he disappeared.
Xander punched the air and whooped. He had mentally put a five spot
on the count of ten and he began.....
"One, two, three......."
Before he could reach four, the door burst back open and Spike exploded out.
His hands covered his nose and mouth and even at this distance, Xander could
see the tears that flowed from the man's red, puffy eyes. Xander laughed so hard
his tears matched Spike's and he had to sit back down as the other man
disappeared into the woods.
Yeah, he thought, life doesn't get more golden that this.