bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Rough Diamond

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.

Spike rushed for the rear exit. He couldn't believe it. Xander had fooled
him into coming here and now he was turning tricks and cumming in the
filth of the back alley. Spike didn't know which hurt more, his pride, his
stomach or his broken heart.

Without pause, he ran through the dark bar, shoving aside the crowd of
drunken slobs till he reached the small door at the far side of the juke box.
Slamming his hand against the long metal bar, he pushed it open and charged
out into the cool night air.

It didn't take long to spot them. Xander stood with his back flat against
the side of the building while the larger man pressed the full length of his body
against him. He was kissing down the side of Xander's neck as he ground and
humped their crotches together. Their clothes were disheveled and open.
Xander's eyes were closed, his breathing was raspy and erratic and his hands
were holding Good time Charlie by the cheeks of his ass trying to pull him even closer.

Spike felt like he had been punched in the stomach. Even knowing what he would
find didn't make it's visual impact any less. He considered turning quietly and
slinking away. And the fact is, that is exactly what he would have done just one week ago.

But not tonight. Tonight, Spike would not go away quietly.

Xander moaned. His entire body felt hot, flushed and surging with the power
of a wild sexual craving that had been building for days. He couldn't think,
he couldn't speak, he was overtaken by the incredible need to be fucked.

Before tonight, he had hoped he would share the orgasm with Spike, but the
combination of the whisky, the music and the charged sexual dry humping on
the dance floor had shut down his brain and the only parts of his body that could
function were his cock and his hungry, grasping hole.

Neither of the men who were rapidly working towards a fast, satisfying, back
alley fuck were aware of the small, angry man rushing toward them. Just as
Gunn fumbled in his pocket for the foil pack, Spike grabbed his arm and jerked
him away. When the heat and weight of the black man disappeared, Xander
opened his eyes and they stared into the blue ones.

Xander whined, his voice was breathless and pitiful.

"Spike. I'm sorry. Please. Spike I need him. Just go back inside. Wait for
me there. I'm sorry. I need it."

Gunn scowled at the intrusion. He glanced at the blond pip squeak with disgust,
then dismissed him as unimportant and returned to the writhing, hot man with
the ass he couldn't wait to ream.

"That's right, Shorty, beat it. You can have sloppy seconds when I'm done."

Spike hesitated for less than a nanosecond before he made his move.
In one swift motion, the trained detective clamped his fingers around Gunn's
wrist and wrenched him back. He then snatched the sealed packet in one
hand as his other fist came around and landed squarely on Gunn's chin knocking
him, dazed, to the ground.

Xander was stunned, both by what Spike had just done and by the expression
of fury and possession on the detective's face. 10 minutes ago he would have sworn
he could not be hornier without imploding, now Spike had just shot him to a whole
new level of need. A need for Spike!

"Oh, holy FUCK! Spike! That was so fucking HOT!"

Spike wasted no time for conversation. By punching Gunn, he was effectively taking the
man's place and there was no turning back. Remembering his rookie days, Spike
spun his boy around and slammed him face first against the wall. Xander immediately
placed his hands flat and spread his legs. He had been roughed up and arrested before
but it sure as hell never felt like this.

Xander turned his face to the side to seek his detective. His cock was so hard it
ached and throbbed in his pants. He prayed the man wouldn't get an attack of
professional conscience and he wasn't above begging.

"Fuck, Spike, please, help me. Please don't stop."

Spike leaned in till his lips brushed Xander's earlobe as he whispered.

"Shhh. It's all right. I'm going to take care of you. I promised, didn't I?"

Xander nodded and whimpered.

Spike had made his decision and had no intention of changing his mind. Not without
suffering a severe case of blue balls. He spent no time considering the fact that this
was the most bizarre, out of character moment of his life.

For once he put on blinders that blocked out all the grems and filth that surrounded them and he focused on only one thing. All he knew was that his libido was boiling hot and threatening to reach the same level of desperation as his boy's if he didn't act fast.

In one swift sudden move, Spike gripped Xander's loose, baggy jeans at the
hips and he jerked them down, exposing the naked, full round cheeks to the
cool night air and causing his rigid, hard cock to spring free. The sight of the
ass poised high and waiting nearly sent Spike over the edge. His hands
fumbled to unzip and tug his own thick, dripping, meat free before he ripped
open the foil pack and slid the condom over himself.

Xander bent at the waist and bowed his legs as far apart as they would go.
His hole felt deep and empty but he refused to touch himself till Spike was
pounding into his body. He was already too close.

Spike poised his ready, rock hard dick at the winking hole, but stopped.
He couldn't do it, not dry, it would be too painful. Quickly, he spun around
and slammed his foot down on the chest of the man who was finally regaining


Spike increased the pressure.
"Shut the fuck up. You came here to fuck tonight which means you got lube.
Hand it the fuck over!"

"WHAT? You gotta be fucking kidding me!"

"NOW! Or this foot slides up and crushes your fucking throat."

The force and power in the detectives voice was like fuel to Xander's fire
and he wasn't the least surprised to see the man on the ground hand over
another small packet in exchange for not having anything broken or mashed.

Wasting no time on 'thanks' Spike squeezed it out, spread it thick and
turning back to his charge, shoved it in. Xander howled at the delicious
pain and burn of the intrusion as Spike went balls deep up the boy's ass
with no warning or preparation. It was exactly what both of them needed.

"Fuck me, Spike. Hard. Make me feel it."

With his hand coated in slick, Spike reached around and wrapped his fist
tightly around Xander's cock and he began pumping, pulling back and
ramming forward in a move he knew would leave the boy's ass sore and raw
for days. And that was exactly what Spike wanted.

Xander was his! His to fuck, his to kiss and his to protect.

Within minutes, he felt the cock in his fingers grow harder and begin to twitch
and jerk. As the first shot of hot cum spattered against the brick wall, Spike shoved
his dick in as far as it would go and held tight while it unloaded, ballooning out
the tip of the rubber condom. Both men held still and road out the waves of pleasure
that rocked them. It seemed like they had both waited on this for years.

When his brain cleared, Spike carefully pulled out and removed the full, stretched
condom and he dropped it next to Gunn who just snorted and shook his head.
He then soundly smacked Xander on the bare ass.

"Pull up your trousers and make yourself presentable. I'm taking you home NOW
and I don't want any back talk!"

Xander turned around and tugged up with a relaxed, goofy grin on his face.

"Yes, sir. You're the boss."

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