bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

The Crossing

Title: The Crossing
Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named and
makes no money off anything. Sad state of affairs.
Warnings: Bad language, strong sexual content between M/M.
Second warning: Although I did do a lot of research, this story is not intended to
be an exact historical account so please don't scream and pounce on a detail or
two that may not be entirely accurate.

Credit: The snippets at the tops of the pages are from a web site entitled "Titanic,
A Time Line of Events". Earl Chapman on the Titanic Discussion List originally
published this chronology of events. Chapman modified it slightly in 1997. The
1997 version formed the basis of this timeline.

Summary: AU. It is the spring of 1912 and Xander Harris, who has been living
with relatives in Ireland, is heading home. As a gift of love, he was booked
passage on the maiden voyage of the Titanic with the promise that it will be the
adventure of a lifetime.

Author's note: This story is NOT a retelling of any of the Titanic movies.
It is the tale of one man and one vampire forgotten by history and the destiny they
both find on this doomed crossing.

Spelling checked by the gracious Silk_Labyrinth

As always, thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banners and the valued friendship.


"Sorry. Sorry."

"No, that's o.k, I....Ow!"

Xander jumped, shuffled his feet and tried not to step on her toes again. This
dancing business was much harder than it looked yet he continued to try to
organize and arrange his steps in the manner in which she was pushing and shoving

He was failing miserably. He knew a big part of his problem was the fact
that his eyes kept wandering over to the small table at the side of the room
and the wonderful man who sat there smiling and watching him.

He wanted to be rid of this silly woman and run back to his evening's companion
but feared that would look suspicious. So, on they went, turning, tripping and
stepping in a rhythm that in no way resembled the beat of the music.

Finally, Yvette stopped moving and made sure she had his full attention.

"Alexander! Look, just watch me. Relax and slowly start to sway. When
we are in time to the music then take a step to the side. I'll step with you.
Then take one to the rear then the other side. Count three steps then repeat
them. We will start out slow. It will be fine."

Xander nodded. He was staring down at his feet and his dark hair flopped
loosely into his face. The smile fell from Spike's lips. His boy was absolutely
stunning and suddenly he felt very jealous. He craned his neck and had to
strain in his chair first one way then the other to be able to see around the
large number of couples that danced across the floor and cut off his line of sight.

It had been hilarious when Xander stomped the bitch's feet and Spike could see
that even when she spoke to him, Xander only had eyes for Spike. But now
something was different. Now Xander was seriously trying to dance and Spike
was no longer amused.

"Oh, Alexander, that is much better! Dancing is something that just takes a bit
of practice. Once we get to New York we will have plenty of time. We can
go to supper clubs, wonderful dance halls and even the silly juke joints. By
the time we have to dance at Monique's wedding we will be so in tuned with
each other, we will be the best dancers there. Better even than Monique and
Harrold, oui?"

"ONE, two, three. ONE, two three. Huh? What did you say?"

Xander had been watching his shoes as they step/slid across the floor but when
her words tumbled from his ear to his brain, he again lost his balance and his
body stumbled forward against Yvette's smaller frame. Unfortunately, his mind
as well as his crotch remained focused on Spike and his cock was still half hard.

The instant the firm, tubular item pressed and poked against her hip, both dancers
froze on the spot. A shared look of shock and horror passed between them and
Xander leapt back immediately releasing her hand and breaking all physical contact
with her.

"Um,...that is....I....Oh, God.......I"

Yvette blushed a fire engine red and dropped her eyes to the floor.

"No, please, don't apologize. I am a modern woman of the world Alexander.
I know what it means when a man is......."

Quickly, she lifted her face and looked directly into his eyes, her voice was
low and conspiratorial.

"Don't be embarrassed. I feel the same. I have read the forbidden novels. I
know that when a man and a woman are violently attracted to each other......."

Xander was aghast! His hands came up and he stepped back in a defensive
stance that made it appear that Yvette was threatening his very existence.

"NO! Please. Sorry. Yvette.......I....look, I gotta go. I need some air. I
don't feel so good."

With that, Xander turned and ran from the dance floor leaving the ecstatically
happy Yvette standing alone. She wasn't concerned. He would be back, drawn
to her like a moth to a flame. She had him hooked. Wrapping her arms around
herself, she grinned wildly as she watched him rush to his chair, grab his jacket
and bolt from the room. Happily, Yvette returned to her sister and future brother-
in-law while mentally picking out floral patterns for her own wedding dinner.

Spike sprang to his feet when he saw Xander hurrying toward him. He tried
to ask what had happened but before he could, Xander was gone. Immediately,
Spike grabbed up his coat and a bottle of whisky that sat on one of the tables
by the entrance door. He followed, slapping the palm of his hand against the
steel door and shoving it open. He hardly reacted to the drastic temperature
change as it shifted from the warmth of the dance hall to the frigid, biting cold
of the icy fog.

With the closed door to his back, Spike's head snapped in all directions as he
searched for his boy. Despite the horrendous weather conditions, and the fact
that it was nearly midnight, the deck was a busy walkway of couples scurrying
about on their way to various shipboard activities, hunched against the night.

They held tightly to each other as they giggled at their feet skating comically on the
slick, ice covered wooden planks. The air seemed to freeze in their lungs and
their eyeballs threatened to turn to ice cubes. Huddled, with their coats and
shawls wrapped tightly around their bodies, the passengers made a beeline
toward the warmth and comfort of the Titanic's many heated areas.

Their laughing conversations combined with the music that still drifted through the
darkness made even his enhanced hearing unable to detect Xander's distinct
heartbeat. Spike was becoming frantic. Finally, when a particularly fat couple
passed by, Spike saw a single, solitary figure standing by the railing and with
great relief, he sauntered over.

Resting his forearms on the frozen metal railing, Spike leaned over and looked
down at the water rushing beneath them.

"You o.k?"

Xander snorted and tugged his very inadequate jacket around himself.

"Yeah. It was just getting a little uncomfortable in there."

Spike nodded.

"Want to tell me what happened? Looked like you two were getting on like
a house on fire."

Xander shuddered violently.

"Yeah. She thought so too. Seems I had this....little problem and she took
it as a compliment. Things went downhill from there."

Spike glanced down and was unsurprised to see that the tent in the front of
Xander's trousers that had been so prominent all evening was now nowhere to
be seen and he burst out laughing. Despite himself, Xander's mouth twitched
up before he too roared. Happily, Spike looped his arm through Xander's and
he tugged.

"Come on. It's freezing out here. Why don't we go somewhere warmer and
split this lovely bottle of expensive whisky."

Xander shivered. He could feel the sweat on his skin freeze and he knew he
was probably on the verge of a severe case of frostbite yet the very thought
of going off somewhere private with Spike shot a wave of heat down through
his body, causing his shriveled pecker to wiggle and try to fill. When he didn't
trust himself to speak through his chattering teeth, he nodded.

Spike grinned as the smell of arousal rekindled. He stepped close and spoke
quietly and suggestively into Xander's ear.

"Why don't you invite me to your cabin?"

Xander gasp and nodded again, this time so hard his brain rattled in his skull.

"Oh, yeah, you are invited!"

Spike lifted his chin, stuck his hands in his coat pockets and smiled smugly.

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