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The Duke And The Dirtwater Fox

Title: The Duke And The Dirtwater Fox (A VERY LOOSE S/X adaptation of the movie The Duchess And The Dirtwater Fox)
Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, humour, mild violence, swearing, angst, OOC, vague mentions of het sex, prostitution, varying chapter lengths. UNBETA'D. A little use of movie dialogue and songs.
Rating: NC17 overall, various chapters PG-NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X (With vague reference to X/OC, S/OC pre meeting.)
Author: Naughty_Fae
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.

AN 1: Although Sunnydale characters have been used they are NOT necessarily in their Sunnydale persona's.

Note 1: This is set in the West of the 1880's, and it is not meant to be historically accurate. It mentions both the Mormon and Jewish faiths. This is fiction, it is a comedy, no disrespect is meant to either faith.

Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*

Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's relationship.

Summary: Xander Harris is a young, charismatic cowboy making his way gambling, petty thieving, womanizing and occasionally rustling through life. When he 'accidentally' steals $40,000 from the hapless Rayne gang, he and his clumsy, near-sighted horse Black Jack are forced to go on the run. He ends up in San Francisco, where he meets the handsome Englishman Spike 'Duke' Quaid, whore, con artist, bar tender and Saloon entertainer and their lives will never be the same.

Chapter 5/18 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17 Overall



Chapter 5/18 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17 Overall

'You can't hurry love'

Spike wriggled around a bit and looked at Xander. He was right, the boy was pretty. Big, brown eyes, generous mouth, black shaggy hair, broad shoulders, muscled arms and torso and from what Spike could feel a good sized cock. "So what you gonna do in Australia? Punch cattle?"

"Hell no, my horse is near-sighted, can't see the cows."

Spike frowned and blinked. "You got a near-sighted horse?" He asked incredulously. Xander nodded. "Yup, smart as a whip though."

"Isn't that kinda dangerous? He might gallop off a cliff or summat."

"Nah," Xander shook his head. "I'm the one steerin'." Spike nodded. "Aha..... That makes me feel a whole lot more confident," Spike mumbled. "Xander smiled. "Hell Duke, ain't never met a fella like you."

"I don't think I ever met one exactly like you." Spike slowly shook his head. "So, you ever been with a bloke?"

"Nope, can't rightly say I have, thought about it though."

"Wanna give it a try?" Spike purred, curling his tongue behind his teeth and hooding his eyes.

Xander's face split into a wide grin. "Hell yes!" He said enthusiastically.

"Got a room?"

"Sure have, right across the street at the Barbary Point Hotel."

"Barbary? That's posh, ain't never been in there," Spike dropped his voice. "sure would like to see what their rooms are like."

"Why don't you come on by for a little night cap?" Xander grinned.

Spike ducked his head shyly. "They allow you to take a .....guest?"

"I think I can arrange it." Xander nodded.

"It's an outrageous idea, but I suppose just this once." Spike jumped to his feet and grabbed the Champagne bottle. "Time's a wastin'." Xander leapt up. "Sure is." He grasped Spike's hand and Spike let himself be towed out of the saloon and across the street.

They entered the hotel and the clerk looked up behind the reception desk. "Evening Mr Harris, evenin' Duke." He tossed Xander his key, Xander looked at Spike. "Thought you'd never been here?" Spike shrugged and dragged him toward the stairs. "This is a real friendly town." Xander nodded, sure seemed like it.

They made their way to the room, Xander let go of Spike's hand and fiddled with the key in the door lock. Spike rolled his eyes, tapped him on the shoulder and when he straightened shoved the bottle of Champagne into his hand and elbowed him aside. Spike turned the key, jerked the door and applied his knee, the door opened, and he strode in. He looked around, the room was the same as every other in the hotel. Xander closed the door, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Nice room." Spike commented. "Finest in the hotel," Xander replied proudly. "has a bathroom and everything. Costs four dollars a night."

"Four dollars!" Spike feigned surprise. "Sure, I like class." Xander threw his hat into a chair and set the bottle on the table. "I can see that." Spike sat on the chaise . There was a knock at the door, Xander strode over and opened it. "You asked for Champagne and crepes when you returned sir." Xander nodded "Yeah on the table please." The waiter set the tray down. "That will be fifty six dollars sir."

"Fifty six!" Spike spluttered. Xander nodded. "That's not cheap domestic stuff, it's all the way from Paris, France, only the labels are printed here." Xander explained. Spike and the waiter glanced at each other. Xander pulled bills out of his pocket and scowled when there wasn't enough. Spike looked at him. "Everything ok?"

"Yeah sure, just a minute and I'll get it." Spike frowned as Xander disappeared into the bathroom. Xander yanked the leather bag from where he'd left it hidden and released the catches. His loose money was laid on the top of his folded clothes, he counted off sixty dollars and closed the bag. Then he unclipped the strap that went around the middle of the bag and released the secret catch. The front folded down and revealed the bank money, still tied in neat, little bundles hidden in the secret compartment in the bottom. Satisfied all was well he folded up the front and replaced the strap. He exited the bathroom and pushed the money into the waiter's hand. "Sixty dollars, keep the change." Spike stared at the bathroom door.

Xander sat on the chaise. "Know somethin' Duke you're a real handsome lookin' fella." Spike raised a leg and put his foot flat on the chaise, his hands behind his head. "Why thank you, you're a real pretty young bloke yourself."

"You think so?" Spike nodded honestly. "What would you say is my most appealing feature?" Spike thought. "Your eyes, you've got nice, big, brown eyes."

"My eyes? Not my hair, 'cos most ladies mention my hair."

"Nah," Spike shook his head. "trust me it's your eyes."

Xander clapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Whatcha say we get this show on the road?" Spike grinned and lowered his leg and sat up. "Sure, whatcha want to start with, a blow job? I've been told I have a mighty talented mouth," he waggled his eyebrows.

"Sure, give me the works, I want the full service." Spike stood. "Here or on the bed?" Xander looked around. " Bed I think" Xander stood and toed off his boots and yanked his shirt over his head. Spike licked his lips as his muscled, lightly haired chest was exposed and powerful arms. Xander flung himself backward onto the bed, arms wide, a bulge clear in his pants. "Have at me Duke!"

Spike toed off his boots and slithered onto the bed. "Whatever you say Dirtwater, you're the customer." He reached for Xander's belt. Xander raised his head. "Customer?"

Spike hesitated. "Yeah customer."

Xander sat up on his elbows. "Customer, as in paying?"

"Well hell I ain't giving it away." Spike huffed and frowned.

"Well hell I sure ain't paying for it." Xander retorted and sat up, Spike sat back on his haunches. "I ain't ever paid for it, and I'm not about to start!" Xander affirmed.

"Well I ain't never gave it away, and I'm not about to start!" Spike huffed, climbing off the bed and ramming on his boots. Xander swung his legs over the side of the bed. "What we have here is a misunderstanding."

"We sure do." Spike glared. "I man's got to keep body and soul together."

"Shame it's a nice body too. Help yourself to a crepe or a drink before you leave." Xander offered, pulling on his shirt. Spike glanced at the bathroom door. "Mind if I use the bathroom before I go?"

"Nah, knock yourself out." Xander pulled on his boots. "Only don't be long it's late and all the choice cuts will be gone if you get my meaning. Spike turned. "Oh I sure do," he smiled as he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door.
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