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.

The lack of illumination offered by the half moon and the drifting rain clouds
made the chaos of the moment even more confusing.
Xander's eyes couldn't sift through the darkness to see what had caused
Carlos to scream in pain, he only knew that Spike had taken advantage
of the situation and dropped out of the attacker's grip.

Xander then rushed toward the two men as they grappled on the ground
and he saw what appeared to be a huge raccoon still clinging to the man
on top. Terror rushed through Xander as he realized that Spike had
grabbed the knife and now neither of them was moving.

Xander stared at the threesome pile in front of him and he screamed.


The answer was pained and muffled, but filled Xander with relief. Spike was

"Bloody hell, Pet. Get this fucking great lump off me! I can't fucking breath and
he is bleeding all over me! Get my gloves! Get my fucking wipes!"

Xander wanted to sob with joy as he ran to help. When he did, he recognized
Rocky as the savior that still cling tightly to the dead man's ass. He knew the
poor thing was terrorized and he tried cooing and softly coaxing it off.

"Ah, there's my poor Rocky. Come on. Let go of the fat ass so I can help
Spike breath. Come on, Rocky."

As Xander pried the traumatized creature loose, a distant sound caught his attention.
At first he thought it was thunder, either from the storm that had just passed or from
a new wave rolling in. Disregarding it, Xander scooted the outraged, pissed off
Rocky to the side and he tugged and pulled at the dead weight of the body
till he was able to shove it off.

Carlos fell onto his back. The knife, buried to the hilt protruded from the center
of his chest.

Immediately, Spike gasp, choking and heaving, he clutched his throat as his chest
was finally free of the pressure and he was again able to breath. When he realized
his demands for wipes were not being fulfilled, he flopped onto his back.

"Xander! Goddamn it, I need my fucking......"

"Shut up, Spike! Listen!"

Spike sat up. Xander was standing, still stark naked, at the side of the dead
drug lord, with his head tipped slightly, obviously listening for something.
Spike heard nothing.

"What? Xan, I don't......"

"THERE! Look, over there! A helicopter!"

Spike stared off in the direction Xander was pointing and at the same second
he saw the flood light appear over the top of the ridge, he heard the sound. A low,
loud thunderous roar, it burst forth like a tornado, whipping the air around them as
it boomed like the voice of God.


It had the appearance of a sudden, glorious, mechanical angel, complete with the blinding
light of the Christmas star. Briefly, it hovered above them before dipping, tilting and
disappearing off to land in a nearby field.

Within seconds, they could hear the stomping sound of dozens of feet accompanied by
the sight of the beams of several flashlights as what seemed like a small army of men
came crashing through the high grass to surround them, all shouting,


Immediately Spike threw his hands in the air telling Xander to do the same.

"Get your hands up, Pet. Do it now! These are FBI SWAT. They will shoot first
and ask questions later. Don't give them any reason to take a swing at you."

Xander did as he was told. He would have liked to hold a hand over his dick, but
the voice had told him to drop his weapon, so he did. It was a technicality, but why
challenge it. He was amused to see the traumatized Rocky standing by the tree line
with his paws high in the air.


Spike turned toward the voice. All the men were dressed in helmets, bullet proof
vests and black suits, he didn't know which one, but he knew that voice.


"Put your guns down, the perp is DOS and this is Officer Bradshaw. Damn, Spike,
are you all right? Is that your blood? Why is the witness naked?"

Spike laughed as relief flushed through him and he threw his arms around Penn,
hugging his best friend and truly surprised that he and Xander had really survived.

Within two hours, the SWAT team had flood lights set up around the perimeter of the
clearing and were actively processing the crime scene. Spike, Xander and Penn
had all returned to the cabin and were sitting around the table. After dressing,
Xander made a pot of coffee and gave the two partners time to compare notes
and talk.

Rocky headed for home. No scrap of food was worth all this. Humans were
just too fucking crazy!

Spike shook his head in disbelief.

"I know Carlos said it was Giles, but I just can't believe it. Why would he do such
a thing?"

Penn sipped his coffee.

"Apparently he had a lot of gambling debts. Seems he had been on the Columbian's
payroll for some time, tipping them to drug busts and misleading Vice on tips.
The other three rolled over on him. They fingered him as the cutter of the whor...
um, the other boy, and they are all working on plea deals for life in prison to avoid
the death penalty as accessories. Guess we won't need your witness after all."

Finally, Xander couldn't stand it any longer and he sat down beside Spike.

"What about my earring? Why was he so desperate to get it back?"

Penn's eyes lit up and he held his hand out. Xander quickly removed it and gave
it to him, glad to be rid of it. He knew the accompanying guilt would not be so
easily removed. His theft had cost his friend his life and that was a weight he would
live with for the rest of his days.

Penn reached into his suit pocket and retrieved a small flip knife and a magnifying glass.

"This is the best part. The other three told all about it. Look."

With the knife, Penn pried the diamond stud off the setting and let it roll away. He then handed the set and the glass to Spike who stared down to where the stone had set and he whistled long and low.

Xander was having a fit.
"WHAT? What the hell is it? What do you see?"

Spike handed it to him with the explanation of what he was looking at.

"It's a microchip. It was planted in the setting and then the diamond was
placed over it. It's my guess that it has information regarding the Columbian's
drug business and the money trail."

Penn nodded.
"That's it exactly. According to the three in lockup, it has names, dates, customers,
government officials on their payroll and account numbers for off shore accounts.
You two have busted the biggest drug cartel in history. You two are heroes.
You not only stopped the flow and the corruption, you get the reward offered by
the INS."

Xander sat quietly listening to the partners chat and he thought about his best friend.
He had always told Joey that the drugs would get him killed, he just never thought
he would have a hand in it. His only consolation was that Joey hadn't died in vain.
Maybe this would slow down the traffic just enough to save some other young
man who is on the verge.

He hoped so, he had to believe so. Otherwise, Xander knew he could never live
with what he had done.

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