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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.
The rest of the day went surprisingly well. Much to his relief, Xander realized
that Spike had not recognized his demon attacker as the one and only Rocky
Raccoon. Something Xander was extremely grateful for as he had gotten quite
attached to the critter in the short time they had shared his small area of wilderness.
As the day warmed up, the two emerged from the cabin. Xander smiled and lifted
his face upward feeling a sun that was warm and high in the sky. It wrapped them
in light and heat as it burnt off the early morning fog that still clung to the tops of the
surrounding mountains.
It was so amazingly different than anything either of the city men were accustomed
to and it hadn't taken a great deal of cajoling to coax Spike off the porch for an
exploratory walk. So, together, sometimes holding hands, they enjoyed the great
out doors, as much as Spike was able.
Avoiding the area of lair of the beast, they were careful to remain on the narrow
worn path till they reached a cool, babbling brook. Spike stood back while
Xander dipped his hands in and let the icy cold water rush between his fingers.
He looked up from his squatting position to smile, his eyes squinting against the
blinding illumination.
Spike smiled back. The glory of the incredible nature around them paled in
comparison to the face of the man at his feet. Now, Spike was no idiot. He
was constantly aware of their positions. He knew why they were here and that
when this was all over, they would each return to their own set of circumstances
and lives. He would return to the solitary, sterile life he had carefully woven and his
stringent job in law enforcement.
And Xander would revert to his selected field of prostitution. He would spend
his nights in the arms and bodies of strange men with whom he shared nothing
more than a predetermined amount of cash and a chosen sex act.
The more Spike thought about it, the more his stomach threaten him with
revolt. He knew, despite the fact that he did not work vice, he would
spend his nights cruising the dark streets and alleys doing his best to thwart
Xander's gainful occupation.
But all that was for later concern and consideration. They were here now and
they were together. Spike felt at peace. As they worked their way back to the
cabin, Spike squeaked when Xander interlocked his freezing cold fingers
with Spike's warm ones. Together they laughed and Spike forgot about the
gems that must have just transmitted themselves.
By evening, they had easily stepped into their established pattern. Spike went to
the kitchen to fix them dinner and Xander carried in enough firewood to set
them up for the night. For Xander, the act physical exertion of hauling the wood
helped only slightly as his body's demand for sex became driving and overwhelming.
Xander needed to bust loose. As much as he was enjoying this little cabin
in the woods, Xander craved people. He wanted the crazy stimulation of a
bar with booze, dancing and other horny, sweaty bodies.
Sticking his head in the kitchen, Xander assured himself that Spike was occupied
with the skinless chicken he was broiling before he snatched up the phone, quickly
dialed and then impatiently waited. When the familiar voice answered, Xander
was thrilled.
"Hey, Andrew, yeah it's me.......what? Yes, Andrew, he is still here and he is
fine. Say, Andrew, I was wondering........what? No he didn't say anything about
how cute you are. Look, If I was to come down to.....what's the name of your
town? Walnut Creek? Seriously? O.k, anyway, how would I get there from here
and are there any bars in that town? Yeah? Great.......uh, huh. Got it. Thanks,
Andrew and don't worry, I'll tell him you think he is hot. Bye."
Xander set the phone down just as Spike came in.
"Dinner."
Xander face nearly split with the grin.
"Great! I'm hungry enough to eat a horse."
When the meal was done and the sun was dipping low in the sky, the two men
settled in by the warmth and gold light of the fire. They sat side by side on the old, worn
sofa and shared the last bottle of vino that Andrew had schlepped up the hill yesterday.
Xander he had been on pins and needles all evening waiting for the right time to
broach the subject and now seemed to be it.
"This is nice, isn't it Spike?"
Spike smiled a slow, easy smile and took another sip of wine. His feet were
stretched out in front of him and he was acutely aware of the heat that radiated
from the body of the man beside him. It was becoming more and more
difficult to convince his dick that Xander's cock was not here for a jammy party.
"Yeah, it's quiet. Peaceful. Seems odd not to hear any traffic noise outside."
Xander's twitched. It was the perfect segue and he took full advantage of it.
"Yeah, it does seem strange. It's nice, but I miss the noise and racket of other
people too."
Spike frowned at Xander's apparent misunderstanding.
"No, I didn't mean....."
"Hey, I know, why don't we sneak in to town, have a quick beer, shoot a fast
game of pool and be back here before anyone even notices us."
"WHAT? NO!!"
Xander chuckled.
"Oh, I don't mean tonight, silly. Tomorrow night. After sunset. I asked Andrew
and he gave me directions. He said there is a bar there called Crackers where we
can drink and dance and shoot some eight ball. Fuck, it's gonna be great!"
Spike felt the panic of loosing control strangle him like a noose around his neck.
His eyes bugged and he sat bolt upright.
"NO no no no no!!!!! We have direct orders not to leave here until we receive
the official call, which, by the way must include the secret code word 'vampire'
telling us that all is clear, the perps in custody and your position secure."
Xander just chuckled. If there was anything Xander knew, it was men and how
to get what he wanted from them. Spike was a man and it was clearly time to
reach into his bag of tricks and pull out his patented world famous Xander Harris
blow job.
"O.k, Spike. It was just a suggestion. Sorry I mentioned it. Well, I don't know
about you, but I'm whipped. Come on, Detective Bradshaw, let's go to bed."
Relief washed through Spike and he relaxed. He hated to disillusion the boy
and shoot down his plan, but sometimes you just have to take a stand and, after
all, Spike was the one in charge here. So, with a benevolent smile, he accepted
Xander's extended hand and together they went to bed.
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Bee note: Just a reminder. Don't forget that after tomorrow's chapter is posted,
the Bee is leaving on a weeks vacation. Think of it as an intermission.
The story will resume and conclude when I return home.