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.
Buffy had to admit, she was impressed. She had heard about Mystique
from all her friends, but never though she would actually be here. The
men she usually dated were more along the lines of pizza at Chucky Cheese
and a rented video from Blockbuster rather than a night at the hottest
dance club in town.
The room was huge and dim. The decorations that hug from every inch of
the ceiling and lined the walls gave the impression that they were in the middle
of a dark and dangerous carnival. There were even game booths set up in a
side alcove where you could win stuffed animals as souvenirs. Buffy had her
eye on a black bat and she just knew that someone with an athletic body like
Angel's could toss a ball and win her anything she wanted.
Every corner of the club had high tech speakers that pumped dance music
from live bands throughout the entire building including, Buffy discovered, the
bathrooms. She had happily tapped her feet while she peed.
It was her vision of heaven
The night she had been called out of bed to do the drawings for the INS had
been long and strenuous. So much so that they had given her the rest of the
day off to go home and sleep. When she finally awoke around 2 in the
afternoon, she was surprised to find 12 missed calls on her cell phone.
All from the handsome agent who had insisted she call him 'Angel'.
When she had first met him, he reminded her of a bloodhound, always sniffing
her up and down and looking like he was about to raise his leg and mark his
territory at any minute. At first it creeped her out, but to be honest, she
hadn't had anyone who cared enough to want to pee on her leg in a long time.
So, she thought, what the hell.
Now she was thrilled. He had picked her up in a black, shiny Mercedes,
wearing a sharp, silk suit and looking like a million dollars. Well, maybe
$900,000. She had to take points off for the bizarre, spiky hair, but they
could work on that later. Then, when he actually flashed his badge to get
them in the door, she thought she would dampen her panties. If she wore
Angel finished giving the girl, dressed in the skimpy carnival outfit, their drink
orders and smiled smugly. He knew coming here was the right choice and if
he was going to plant his pole beans in her little patch of garden, Mystique
was the perfect way to assure her little garden gate would be swung wide
open for him.
Ordinarily, he wouldn't have spent this much money on a first date but, for some
odd reason, he really liked Buffy. She was cute, fairly smart, and her talent for
drawing fascinated him. That, and the fact that since they both worked on a case
together he could write this off as a business meeting, made tonight perfect.
From there, it only got better. They danced for hours. Fast, hip hop songs that
made him jerk and flop like a chicken with it's head cut off and slow gropey ones
that gave him the opportunity to plot out which areas of her land he would plow
When they were finally too pooped to pop, they dragged their happy, sweaty,
exhausted bodies back to the table for another round of drinks.
"Wow, Angel, this is amazing. I can't remember the last time I had such a great
Angel subtly checked his hair to make sure that the heat and humidity in the
room hadn't caused his hair gel to relax. Nope, spiked to perfection.
"Hey, you deserve the best. If it weren't for your drawings, we never would
have found those guys so fast."
Buffy beamed with pride at the praise. This was the reason she gave up
drawing landscapes, fruit bowls and unicorns. She went into law enforcement
to make a difference.
"I'm so glad it helped. Did you ever find the ring leader?"
"No, so far he has slipped away. That's why we have the other three under such
tight security. They are refusing to say where he is and they won't say why they
killed the boy. We still don't know what they want with the witness we have
squirreled away and until we find Carlos or one of the others talks, they are on
total segregation. No phone calls, no visitors, no nothing."
Buffy's face suddenly fell. It was an expression shift that just screamed "uh oh."
and caused Angel's heart to sink. He wanted to pretend he hadn't noticed. He
wanted to go on with their date and his horticultural plans for later but the
little part of him that wore the badge 24/7 wouldn't let him.
Buffy cringed. Maybe it was unimportant. Maybe she was about to ruin a
wonderful evening for nothing. Maybe she was about to renew her membership
in the Chucky Cheese Frequent Flyer Club.
"Well. It probably isn't anything. I really shouldn't even have brought it up."
"O.k, well since I didn't work the next day, I ran in to the station late that
night. I was so tired after talking to Xander and doing all the sketches that
I had left my book and pencils there and wanted to pick them up before
they turned up missing."
Angel could feel the black cloud over his head getting darker by the moment
and knew the sound of thunder wasn't far off.
"Yeah, yeah, cops are sticky fingered. Get to the point Buffy."
With a sigh, she let it out.
"When I was leaving, I ran into Danny, Daniel Osborn, in the lower level
hallway. He was just standing there looking nervous as hell and I asked him
what he was doing. He said he was on the special security detail monitoring the
INS detainees. He said he had strict orders to maintain visual contact with them
at all times and not leave them, but the police Chief, Rupert Giles came in and
told him to get the hell out. Said the Chief wanted to talk to them alone for a few
minutes and to keep his fucking mouth shut about it. It probably isn't anything but............Hey! Where are you going?"
Buffy watched at Angel dashed off toward the front door and she knew her date
had just ended. Luckily, this wasn't the first time this had happened so she came
prepared. Reaching for her purse, she counted out enough money to pay the bill
and headed out to catch a cab.
"Damn. Guess there won't be any black bats tonight."