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Gangsters

TITLE: Gangsters
S/X do Bonnie & Clyde

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Overall NC17
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named
in this story and have no relationship to the original movie.
Summary: This story was written for the movie challenge at UX.
It is my take on Spike and Xander in Bonnie and Clyde.

Warnings include violence, bad lamnguage and M/M sexual activity

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WONDERFUL PETXND!!!!





As always, hugs and thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner.


Texas Ranger Frank Hamer sat at his desk and studied the paperwork in
front of him. It was a meager stack of reports that were nearly identical
to the others that he had collected over the past year. They could have
been copied off each other as far as method of operation and manner of
execution. The resemblances between them are the criminal, a blond
foreigner Frank knew to be Spike Barrow, a sawed off shotgun, a fast in
and out and a bag of money tucked under his arm on the getaway.

But now, in the past week, things had changed and Frank was pinning
his hopes of a capture on these alterations, these diversions to the
accepted practice. The first change was that Spike seemed to have
taken an accomplice. An unknown farm boy who apparently was as
ruthless and evil as Spike himself. The second variation is that now
people were dying.

First was the salesman entering the bank who had obviously refused to
give up his car. Spike had put a bullet through his heart and left him to
bleed out in the dirty rat infested alley. It was the same car that had
shown up two days later at the Western Union robbery but Frank knew
that there was no sense in focusing their search for this particular
vehicle. He was sure that Spike would abandon it as soon after his
escape as he could.

No, they needed to examine the particulars of the most recent hold
up including the second man who died. Old Eli Grant, the security
guard had not survived the heart attack caused by the shock of the
armed robbery. True enough, it wasn't like the thieves had pulled the
trigger but old Eli was just as dead as if they had. The other injury
was Sam Victor, the teller who was still recovering from the concussion
of having the butt of the shotgun slammed into the back of his skull.
Frank knew it was only a matter of luck and not design that left Sam alive.

The other two witnesses refused to give an account saying they couldn't
remember what had happened. Frank knew better. Fear and misplaced
loyalties were what had caused these cases of amnesia. Frank couldn't
hold it against them. The depression that has overtaken and overwhelmed
the country had caused a general distrust in all things government.

Maybe that was why catching Spike Barrow had become so important to
Frank Hamer. He wanted people to see the ruthless criminal for what he
was. Not a Robin Hood, not a good guy standing up for the little man, no,
Spike Barrow was nothing short of a thug. He was a self centered, greedy,
bloodthirsty murderer.

And now he had made a mistake. He had shown a weakness. He had
taken a partner and Frank wondered if the partner was the added element
that had increased the level of violence. No matter, Frank Hamer had no
intention of allowing this to continue any further. He was about to make
an example of Spike Barrow and show the proper and decent citizens of
the great state of Texas that crime still did not pay.

Jerking open his office door, Frank shouted out in the direction of the
open squad room catching the attention of the twelve rangers sitting
at their individual desks.

"Pack your bags, Gentlemen. We're headed for Homerville!"

Every man in the room jumped to their feet and, without question, ran
from the room to make their arrangements and report back as quickly
as possible.
The hunt was on.

Spike pulled the dusty, dirty sedan into the old ramshackle barn and he
cut the engine. Xander opened his door and slid out looking all around.
The barn had solid beams and straw in the rafters. The floor was covered
with hay and corn husks. Cob webs filled every corner.

"Who used to live here?"

Spike leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.

"Good people. Land had been in their family for generations. They fell
behind in their payments and the fucking bank snatched it out from
under them faster than you could whistle in the night. The parents
moved to the city and Jim was lucky enough to get on at the mill. Livin'
in a third floor walk up. They had an older daughter name of Drusilla. She
took a shine to my brother and they got married. That's who we are going
to meet up with."

For some reason, that information totally surprised Xander.

"You have a brother? And he's married? Does he, um, do what you do?"

Spike laughed at the expression on Xander's face.

"What I do? You mean sleep with men or rob banks? Cause I gotta tell
you, I don't think Dru would be too agreeable to him sharing their bed
with another man. Although there was that one time....."

Anything else Xander wanted to ask was interrupted by the loud grumble
of his very empty stomach. Hunger was a condition Xander was well
acquainted with. It was a common marker of life in today's America.
Spike refused to be as accepting.

"Enough talk, Pet. You gather some firewood and lay a small fire behind
the barn. Make sure you close and secure the barn doors so the car can't
be seen and I'm going into the house. There is a hidden fruit cellar and
last time I was here, there were still some jars of beans and fruit down
there. Look in the old hen house. The chickens are still living around
here and there might be some fresh hen eggs. You and I are about
to have a right feast. To bad there ain't no shiners around here. Little
bit of white lightnin' would be right fine."

Xander's eyes lit up and he let out a whoop of excitement before kissing
Spike on the mouth and shoving him out of the barn in the direction of
the boarded up house. He then went about his chores and within the
hour the two men were slumped together in the tall grass behind the barn.
They were fed, full, warm, tired and satisfied. Xander couldn't remember
the last time he had eaten till he couldn't eat any more. It only cemented
his belief that going with Spike was the best decision he had ever made.

Xander yawned and rubbed his protruding belly
"We sleeping here, Spike? Cause I'm knackered."

"Wake up, Pet. No sleeping yet. We need to secure ourselves. We are
too out in the open. We need to put out the fire and erase all traces
that we were here. Since all our weapons are in the car and the
car is hidden, I think it would be safer for us to sleep in there. But first,
I gotta be honest, Love. You stink and I don't fancy smellin' your spent
spunk and arm pits all night. What say we go down to the creek. I found
some soap powder in the house. We can clean our clothes and hang them
on a tree branch till morning. Then you, my love, are going to take a bath."

For a quick blink, Xander was offended. He then got the bigger picture.
He and Spike were about to be naked, in the moonlight, in the cool creek
water, washing, rubbing and touching. Hopefully fulfilling an earlier
promise of muffled screams.

He jumped to his feet, fully awake and grinning like a loon. He raised his
arm and stuck his face into the hairy pit before wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"Yup. Stinkin' like a whore's fuzzy monkey. Stinkin' like a shithouse door
on a tuna boat. Smellier than......."

"Damn, Xan, keep going and even I won't want to fuck you. Come on,
let's go. I don't want to be away from the car for too long and I believe
you have a pecker I promised to suck. After you wash it!"

Xander laughed and grabbed Spike by the hand pulling him in the direction
of the babbling brook.
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