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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.
The night whispers secrets as yet untold
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The orchestra that played the practiced tunes of Benny Goodman and
Ollie Moore had secured their passage on the Titanic in exchange for their
employment. They had competed with hundreds of other talented musicians
and fought for the jobs that everyone coveted.
As payment, their entire salary was a cramped bunk room and all meals during the
ship's Atlantic crossing and they were thrilled to have it. Well aware of the honor, they
gave the job their best and continued to play till the last passenger stopped dancing.
They had no idea the pleasure they were giving the two men in the small stateroom
down the hallway. The men who held each other close and slowly moved and swayed
to the soft, melodic sound of 'On Moonlight Bay.'
After the first initial shock, Xander had relaxed and pulled the smaller body tightly
against him, giving in entirely to the wonderful sensations that enveloped him.
He ran his hand up and down Spike's back in both an attempt to warm the cooler
skin and to hold him as near as possible.
He slightly lowered his face and rubbed his cheeks against the side of Spike's
hair, marveling at the soft blond curls lightly tinged with the scent of rose oil that
tickled his nose and made him want to sniff the hell out of him. It seemed odd that
something so feminine as rose oil could come across as masculine on Spike.
When they first bumped together, Xander was temporarily embarrassed that his
erection was so blatantly obvious as it nudged Spike's leg, until he noticed
that Spike was sporting a nice slab of wood himself. After that, it would have
seemed bizarre to Xander if they weren't hard considering their positions.
So, he did the only thing logical. He held Spike close, he closed his eyes and they
danced.
Spike, too, was delighted. The vampire purred happily as he moved with the
warmth of his human pressed against his perpetually cold body. The isolation
and cramped quarters of the small cabin felt cavelike and infused him with
the security of a wild animal snuggled with its mate.
He tipped his head slightly as Xander snuffled his hair and neck, snorting warm
puffs of air against his ear and cheek, nearly driving him insane. He moaned softly
as the human's strong arms drew him in tighter, touching his back, gripping his
hand and, Oh, Sweet Jesus, rubbing his rigid cock against Spike's.
His mouth watered at the thought of tasting this boy. His salty sweat, his bitter
hot cum, his warm, living blood. He wanted to throw him down and lick every
inch of him till he screamed and squirmed, begging for relief. Upon which time,
Spike, generous vampire that he was, would of course, be willing to give it to him.
"Xander?"
They had been so long with no words passing between them, that the quiet gentle
voice surprised the boy but he made no effort to stop dancing.
"Hmmm?"
"Xander, have you ever been with another man before?"
Xander hesitated before answering. He wondered what Spike technically
considered as having been with? Touching? Quickly groping? A fast peck
on the lips? He was cautious about admitting to what he and Daniel had been
doing as he placed Spike's opinion of him in very high regard.
Paddy had been disappointed in him and barely concealed his disgust when he
caught the two boys in the barn. Xander knew that if he had been discovered
in flagrante with Anya, it would have been a very different outcome. Backs
would be patted. Beers would be bought and no one would have been put
on the Titanic and shipped to America.
Spike's brow wrinkled. Why wasn't his boy answering? The silence that
dragged on was ugly with implicit guilt, and vivid, colorful pictures of Xander
and an army of humans grunting, grinding and fornicating together exploded
in Spike's brain. His demon charged to the forefront, rattling the bars of its
cage and screaming for revenge and retribution.
He would immediately return to Ireland and slaughter any man who carried
even the faintest hint of Xander's scent on him. He would rip the offending
cocks from their bodies and force the bleeding screaming owners to eat them
before dying.
The vampire was quickly becoming overwhelmed with a growing jealous rage
and Spike could feel his fangs itch to grow as his face started to shift.
Xander sighed, totally unaware of the maelstrom that was churning within the
man in his arms. He considered feigning outrage at such a preposterous accusation,
but in light of the fact that he was slow dancing with a fat dick in his trousers and
a man in his embrace, such denial would probably sound ridiculous.
"Sort of. There was a boy in the village. We used to work together and we talked
a lot. I guess you could call it flirting. We were both afraid of saying or doing
something that could get us a punch in the nose. Well, after a couple months
of hop scotching around, he finally just shoved his hand down my trousers and
touched my pecker. Scared me so bad my dick went limp. But, not for long.
Long story short, we snuck off to the barn, got to pulling each other's rope and
just as my bell was about to ring, Paddy walked in. I tried to stop but you know
when you reach the point of no return, well, right there and then, with Paddy
watchin', I messed all over Daniel's stomach and hand."
Spike gasped. He had expected stories of wild debauchery. Orgies of three and
four men using his boy for their drunken pleasures. He had imagined things that
he himself had done. He had not expected this. This wonderful, innocent purity.
Relief flooded his body and Spike stopped moving. When Xander reluctantly
looked the older man in the eye, Spike caught his boy's face in his cool hands
and he pulled him down.
And he kissed him.
Even his sluggish, drunken brain didn't slow him down as Xander immediately
responded with eager abandon. He clumsily pressed his mouth against the cool
firm lips as he alternated between whimpers and moans. His arms encircled
Spike's lighter frame and Xander scooped him up and nearly off his feet in as
he tried to get them as close as possible.
When Spike licked his tongue across the sealed seam, Xander's lips parted
as if a genie from a bottle had shouted ABRACADABRA and Spike dove
into the cave of unlimited treasures. He tasted the whisky and the remnants
of the evening's dinner. He tasted the uniqueness of the boy's saliva and as
he delved deeper, he imagined he could taste the human's very soul. It was
all he could do not to scream out his pleasure and shift to demon.
Xander felt the alcoholic fog retreat as the blood in his veins surged. His heart
rate escalated and his skin begged to be free of the painful oppression of the
clothes that covered it. The only thing on earth he wanted more than to be
naked was to have Spike naked too.
Without breaking the kiss, Xander released his grip on the smaller man and
began grabbing at the back of Spike's shirt, pulling and tugging it out of the
waistband of his trousers.
Gently, Spike placed his palms on Xander's chest and pushed him backwards.
The few inches that now separated them felt like miles and Xander whimpered
his fears that he had gone too far.
With a soft, reassuring smile, Spike ran a fingertip over Xander's puffy bottom lip.
"What say we get rid of some of these clothes and take this to bed, Love?"
Xander blinked twice.
"O.k."