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.
Rocky was pissed off. He had hung around all morning waiting for the breakfast
service only to be disappointed. He knew the humans were in there because their
loud machine sat outside. He had skittered all round the perimeter of the cabin
and even climbed up to peer in the windows. There he saw his human, curled
in a nest with his mate. Rocky didn't like his human's mate.
He had tried to be friendly. He liked it when his own coonie companion was treated
with respect so he had tried to be friends, but this human was not the same. He
was loud and always screaming and running around whenever Rocky came near.
His human's mate scared the hell out of Rocky.
Still, a free meal was a free meal, so he waited. Hiding in the bushes off the main porch,
Rocky chattered happily when another human arrived with bags of delicious smelling
goodies. Breakfast couldn't be far off. Within minutes, his human ran outside and
Rocky took off to follow wondering if he had brought food. When he smelled the
human urine, Rocky slipped behind a tree to hide from the stinky, foul odor.
When the first drops of hot urine hit the back of his head, Rocky nearly fainted.
He spun around in time to see the other one, the one who was stingy with the table
scraps, shaking off his pee stick and tucking it away.
Rocky was horrified. Rocky had been disgraced and disrespected. Rocky
would have his revenge! This time it was personal!
When Spike hustled back to the cabin, he was relieved to see Xander, now
wearing jeans was building a fire. Andrew was kicked back in Spike's chair
watching and giving tips on how to stack the kindling. When he saw his
fantasy return, Andrew jumped to his feet.
"Morning Spike. I put away all the groceries. Xander says you guys had
a late night out. He didn't say what you were doing. I bet I know. Can I
stay for breakfast?"
Spike was at his breaking point. The cabin was filthy, he desperately needed
to scrub his body from head to toe, possibly with an S.O.S. pad, and he and
Xander needed to have a real talk. Without saying a word, Spike marched over
and latched onto Andrew's earlobe. Andrew was led, unceremoniously to the
"Ow ow ow ow ow."
Spike then opened the door and pushed the boy out, slamming the door in the
kid's freckled face. From inside, they could still hear the chirpy, muffled voice.
"Yeah, o.k, I know you guys are busy. I guess I'll go. Bye. Call me if you
Xander chuckled and put the finishing touches on the building fire. He then stood
and held his hands out toward the warmth that rose with the promise of quickly
heating the cabin. Spike momentarily forgot about the bath or the layer of dust
that was growing around him by the second. Instead, he sat down and clasped
"Xander, sit down. I want to talk about last night."
Xander grinned and laughed.
"Yeah, that was kick ass, wasn't it? Damn I needed an all out night of drinking,
fighting and fucking and that one was as good as they get."
Spike hung his head and sighed sadly.
"That's what I figured. How can you do that Xander?"
All the joy deflated from him and Xander knew that sooner or later they would
have this talk. He had just hoped for later. Much later.
"Do what Spike? What are you asking me?"
Spike sat up and looked the boy in the eye.
"Fuck strangers. How can you let strange men fuck you for money."
Xander held his head high.
"Well, in the first place, you are paid to be a detective because that is what
you are good at and that is what you choose to do. It just so happens that what
I am good at is giving men pleasure so why shouldn't I be paid for it. I have to
live too. As for last night, you aren't a stranger and as I recall, you didn't pay me."
Spike would not back down. They had started this conversation and he was
going to see it through no matter how much pain it caused.
"No, but I wasn't the one you wanted was I? You went out there with that other
man. You wanted him to fuck you and I just forced myself in. I wasn't your choice.
Was he a customer? Did you lose your fee?"
Xander wanted to punch the smug, superior look right off Spike's face, but what
would that prove? So, Xander stood firm and crossed his arms over his chest.
"No, he wasn't a customer. The fact is, I'm used to fucking several times a day,
Spike. I need it. I haven't had it for four days and I couldn't keep waiting on you
to decide that I wouldn't give you some fatal social disease. So, I had too much
to drink and when he rubbed all over me on the dance floor, I just figured, what
the fuck. That's all it was, Spike. It was an anonymous, physical release. It
wouldn't have meant shit. As it turned out, it meant more. At least to me. I can
tell that all you felt was disgust, so why the fuck don't you run off to the kitchen
and sterilize your fucking cock before it rots and falls off."
Spike broke eye contact. His voice was small and unsure.
"It meant everything to me. I thought I'd die when I saw that man kissing you.
I couldn't let him have you. I couldn't watch him......"
Anything else Spike was about to confess was cut short when Xander jerked
him to his feet and pulled the smaller, boxer clad body roughly against him.
This time Xander neither announced or requested permission. He kissed.
Immediately, Spike threw his arms around Xander's neck and he let the larger
man plunder his mouth with a tongue that still tasted of beer, whisky and
And for once, he didn't care.