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Rough Diamond

Title: ROUGH DIAMOND
31/43
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.

It is seldom noticed, yet often the case, that a person's eyes are not usually the
first part of the body to awaken in the morning. It may be a cramped leg or a
back that has twisted into an unnatural position. It could be the ears, reacting
to an insistent sound the seeps in to the brain and shakes the dreamer from
their peaceful repose. In this case, and on this morning, the offending part that
startled Spike from his warm and heavenly deep sleep was his nose.

Like a 300 linebacker tackling him to the floor, the smell of his own foul body
shook him awake with a sudden alertness that nearly knocked him unconscious.
Giving no consideration to his bedmate or the fact that it was their combined
fluids of passion that he so desperately needed to sponge and sterilize from his
flesh, Spike leapt form the bedroom, gagging, stark naked and holding is hand
over his mouth.

Xander rolled over and watched him go. By now, he knew Spike well and took
no offense. He simply lifted his arm and mumbled in the direction of the retreating
man.

"Morning."
Before rolling over to go back to sleep. A full hour later, when he did emerge
from the odorous nest, Xander was amused to see Spike just then dumping the
pan, his skin pink and glowing from the heat of the water and the force of the
scrub. While Spike dressed, Xander made coffee.

During breakfast, Xander was literally bouncing in his seat like a 5year old who
constantly squiggles his butt from side to side. Spike beamed with pride. He couldn't
remember the last time someone had complimented him on his sexual prowess.
Actually no one had ever mentioned it. That was why the light in Xander's eyes
went straight to Spike's ego and he thought a discussion of it was in order.

"Last night was amazing, wasn't it?"

Xander blinked. Last night?

"Oh, you mean the blow job. Yeah, that was great, but I can't wait for tonight.
It is going to be fucking fantastic!"

This time Spike blinked. Had he missed something? If Xander wasn't floating on a cloud
of gratitude at Spike's benevolent carnal gifts, what the hell was it? What was tonight?
He had a feeling he shouldn't ask. He did anyway.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

Xander tried to look hurt with just a touch of childhood innocence thrown in. He knew
how he handled this would make the difference between a night of cards by the fire or a
rip roaring woohoo at the local watering hole. Possibly even picking up some good 'ole
mountain man for a thorough reaming.

"You forgot? Wow, Spike, I didn't take you for the type of guy to make a bunch of
promises while you are getting your cock sucked, then once you get your rocks off,
deny, deny deny. That's pretty cold."

Spike set his coffee cup down and sputtered. A cad? Was he being accused of being
a cad? Didn't Xander realize the depth of Spike's affection? How could he ever
assume that Spike would cheapen their physical relationship? Spike was stunned.

"Now see here, I can honestly say that I have NEVER made any promises during
the commission of an oral sexual encounter and I certainly would not treat you so
shabbily. So what is it that you think I agreed to?"

Xander sighed deeply and went to the coffee pot for another cup, giving Spike a
moment of insecurity. Finally, he sat back down.

"Just before your imitation of a sperm whale, which I might add, that I swallowed
without complaint, you agreed that we could sneak in town, drink a quick beer listen
to some music and slip back out unseen."

Spike slammed down his cup as his brain scrambled to remember. Yes, Xander
had swallowed. That much was crystal clear. The rest was not.

"I never said such a thing!"

"Yes you did!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TO!"

The two men stared at each other, neither intended to back down. Reverting to his
norm, Spike went for rationalization.

"Xander, Dear boy, we are up here to stay incognito."

Xander leaned forward in his seat.
"No one there has a clue as to who we are."

Spike remained calm.
"The glasses are contaminated."

Xander expertly returned the volley.
"Drink a bottle of beer. Just think about it. The bottles are sterilized in the brewery
then sealed against germs. You can wear your gloves while we shoot pool. Come
on Spike. Take a chance. We can work around your little quirks and still have a
hell of a good time."

Spike frowned.

"Quirks?"

This was it. Xander could see the man wavering and he went for the kill. Leaving his
chair, Xander went over and knelt by where Spike sat, swimming in indecision.

"Come on, Spike. You can do this. Step out of your comfort zone and take a walk
on the wild side. Now, it's your job to protect me and I want to go to town for a beer.
If you look at it from that angle, you have now choice but to go along and make sure
nothing happens to me. Besides, it is a small town tavern. Probably won't be more
than two or three other people in there. I just need to see some civilization. Please,
Spike? Please?"

Spike could feel himself cave. He didn't know if it was the desire to make Xander happy
or that tiny, childish spot inside himself that craved adventure. It was that fantasy part of
him that still believed anything was possible. It was the corner that had not been totally
squelched by his life controlling 'quirks' as Xander calls them.

He knew he should say NO. He knew this was a mistake and could be a total disaster.
Still, like Xander had said, what could go wrong? In and out. Unseen and unnoticed.
Maybe they really could pull this off.

"Weeelllllll."

"YES!!"
Xander snatched the cowboy hat off his head and waved it high in the air as
he whooped in glee.
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