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Rough Diamond

Title: ROUGH DIAMOND
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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.


When Spike had ask the ultimate of Xander, the boy knew how hard this was.
Neither man thought it odd that the older man was the inexperienced one and
the younger one the teacher. Everything about this situation felt right and natural.
Still, Xander understood that if he did this wrong, he could ruin for Spike what
he had waited a whole lifetime to experience.

It was a huge honor and responsibility.

Spike stepped back when Xander indicated, and he watched as the boy laid
out a clean fresh sheet in front of the fire so that no part of Spike's skin would
touch the bare, less than sterile floor. He had brought a pack of Spike's
disinfectant wipes, a clean towel and a sealed packet of lube.

Spike was touched that there was no hint that this was being done cruelly or to
make a joke of Spike's OCD, instead, it was all so personally designed that
Spike understood in his heart of hearts that Xander did not consider him a
joke, or worse, a customer. They weren't going to fuck. This was what making
love was about and Spike was startled to think that Xander, in his short, worldly
19 years understood what Spike never had.

When everything was ready, Xander held out his hand which Spike shyly
accepted and they both stepped on the sheet. Xander gently took Spike's
face in his hands, tipped it up and kissed him softly on the lips. The only
sounds in the room were the rain on the roof, the soft music in the background
and the heavy combined breathing of two sexually charged men.

"Lay down for me Spike. Spread your legs and let me see you."

Spike cringed. His insecurity and self preservation screamed at him to cover up
but the look in Xander's eyes gave him the courage to do as he was told.
With his knees bent and his feet apart, Xander gripped the thin bony ankles and
he knelt between Spike's feet.

Spike's hard erection pointed straight up. It laid against his flat stomach and the
slit dribbled precum that pooled in his belly button. Leaning down, Xander's
tongue darted out and lapped it up. Spike jumped as his stomach sucked in.
When Xander began to kiss down the shaft, Spike sighed and lifted his arms
over his head submissively.

"You like that?"

Spike nodded.
"Feels so good."

"Good because now I'm going to suck your nuts then lick your hole till you are
dripping wet and juicy."

Spike gasp and grabbed for a wet wipe. Xander took it and cleaned his lover's
privates before tossing it into the fire. The crackle and sizzle shot through Spike's
body like electricity and Xander dove in. As he licked, nibbled and tongued
Spike's wrinkled sac, Xander coated his fingers in a warm oily slick and, counting
on the oral distraction, he smoothly slid his thumb into Spike's hole.

Spike stopped wriggling as his body sent up a red flag alert that the security had
been breached. His knees jerked together and the muscle ring around Xander's
thumb squeezed, trying to slam shut. Xander held still.

"Come on, Baby. You have to relax for me. Does it hurt?"

Spike considered the strange sight of Xander's head between his legs and oddly
enough, it helped. He then, in a self medicating habit, grabbed a wipe, cleaned his
hands and pitched it into the fire, a move that calmed him considerably and he laid
his head back down.

"No. Feels funny but it doesn't hurt."

Xander chuckled.
"Funny? Let's see if I can do better than funny."

Leaning forward, Xander decided it was time to pick up the pace and he wrapped
his lips around Spike's rock hard meat and dropped his face till his nose landed
in a crispy hair nest. At the same time he popped his thumb out and shoved two
fingers back in before the opening had a chance to close.

The sounds of the rain and the fire were now drowned out by the curses, the
moans and the grunts of the writhing man on the floor. Then, Xander found
the spot. This time the sentinel at the gate threw up a white flag and welcomed
the invaders in. Spike's hand flew down and grasped Xander's wrist to
prevent the boy from even thinking about taking that finger out.

"FUCK!"

Xander released the drooling cock from his mouth before it could explode
and he looked up into the wanton, dazed blue eyes.

"See, Baby? See how good I can make you feel? It's gonna be even better
when that's my cock in there pounding against that sweet spot. I promise"

Spike tried to remember why he had been afraid of this but nothing logical came
to mind. His body felt hot, fevered and strange. Every pore of his skin seemed
blown open and each hair too sensitive to touch. The 21st. century highly evolved
area of his brain had sizzled out with the wet wipe in the fire and the only part that
now functioned was the caveman corner that screamed to him to let Xander in.

"Yes, please."

Xander knew it was time. Spike was in that place where nothing matters but the flesh.
It is the release of trust that makes an orgasm truly shared and doubles it in strength.
Wasting no more time, he got to his knees and dominantly threw Spike's legs over
his shoulders. Then, bending the smaller man in half, he leaned down and kissed
him gently, whispering.

"The head is the biggest part. Once we get that in, the rest will go easier.
Don't tighten up and don't stop breathing."

Spike nodded and tried to hold his ass high to help. When he felt Xander line up,
it was all he could do not to grab for the box of wipes. Then his boy shoved through.
Spike's legs pressed down on the broad, strong shoulders as the pain and burn ripped
through him. Still, he had no reservations. As a gay man, he had always wondered
what this would be like and the splitting agony was almost a relief in it's natural feel.

"Do you want to stop?"
"NO! You got the fucking thing in there, now goddamn it, do something with it."

Xander chuckled, then did. He eased further in then pulled back. He did it again
and again, going a little deeper each time till nuts met ass. Every muscle in his own
body was straining against the need to pound into this sweet, virginal hole till his balls
filled and his cock exploded, but he didn't want Spike to remember it like that so he
gritted his teeth and he went slow.

When a pattern had set, Xander let himself relax. He moved in and out easier and faster.
Spike's breathing had gone from high pitched whines to deep moaning, mumbled curses
that Xander knew meant pained pleasure. Tipping his lover's butt, Xander rammed
in again and Spike grunted and grabbed his bouncing, leaking cock. Xander had
fulfilled his promise.

Both men stopped thinking. There was no more teacher and pupil. There was only
two men rapidly racing toward an all encompassing, mind blowing orgasm that threatened
to shake the walls of the small cabin with it's force and intensity.

Always an overachiever, Spike got there first. Accustomed to a slow building orgasm,
Spike was stunned when this one slammed into him like a tsunami, twisting every cell in
his body and shooting wads of cum out of his cock that even caused his balls to twitch
and jerk.

He was so all consuming with his own flush of hot pleasure, Spike was totally unaware
of the man, still deeply planted inside him, that was doing the same.
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