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.
Xander stood, his mouth hanging open and his eyes bugging wide as Spike
took a step back and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. He was stunned
as Spike's pale, perfectly sculpted chest eventually revealed itself. He stared
at the muscles that flexed as Spike's left shoulder rolled back first, then his
right copied, causing the shirt to slide off smoothly and tumble to the floor.
Then with a leer and one raised eyebrow, Spike popped open the first two
buttons on his trousers and let them sag open revealing a thick nest of dark
Xander's lips formed the words 'Sweet Mother Mary' but no audible sound
came out. He knew this was it. The moment of true sexual decision. The barn,
with Daniel, had been relatively safe. They were two fumbling, inexperienced
boys experimenting with each other's toys. The threat of being caught kept
the situation light and the time available brief.
But not now. He was here. With this strange man in a small, private room
that no one would seek out. Despite their conversation earlier, he really knew
nothing about him and now they were together. Alone. Xander was at this man's
mercy. He could do anything he wanted to Xander's body and no one would
Xander was both terrified and exhilarated. He didn't know if it was the fear,
the alcohol, or the sexual electricity that ruled his body but thankfully, his
brain was not interfering.
Taking a step closer, Spike now reached for Xander's trousers. He placed his
palm against the bulge and he pressed, feeling its long tubular shape and causing
the young man to gasp at the sensations that rushed through him.
"Do you want this, Xander? Do you want me?"
Xander had no idea what Spike was offering but he was positive of the answer.
With a confident smile, Spike's hand left the warmth of the hidden prize and his
fingers went to work on the boy's buttons. He started at the top of the shirt
and worked his way down, not slowing or pausing as he moved on to the trousers.
After peeling Xander's shirt off he quickly started tugging on the pants but now
Xander's trance broke and he grabbed Spike's wrists, stopping him. Stuttering
and unable to use the real, grownup words, Xander searched for an understandable
"Wait, Spike. I.....I, um.....I don't know how to, um...dance. I've never really
danced before. I mean, yeah, Daniel and I listened to music for a while but we
Spike shuddered as the hot blush of embarrassment rushed through his boy
bringing the tinge of pink to his dark, ruddy cheeks. If he had any doubts
before, he was certain now that he would own this human.
"Trust me, Xander. I don't want to hurt you. I just want us to enjoy each
other's bodies. I really like you and I want us to spend some time together.
Isn't that what you want too?"
Xander visibly relaxed and he nodded. Put like that, it sounded so simple and
so simply wonderful. Wasting no more time, Spike again reached for Xander
trousers. This time, as he did so, Xander gingerly ran his fingertips up Spike's
forearm and upper arm tracing the powerful corded muscles.
When Xander's trousers slid to the floor, the boy stood stark naked and
surprisingly unashamed as Spike openly assessed and evaluated him. He ran the
backs of two fingers down the length of the human's twitching, aching erection
then cupped his full, wrinkled sac.
Xander smiled at the praise and it gave him the confidence to reach over and
slip his hand down inside Spike's open trousers. The second his hot fingers
wrapped around the long cool cock, Spike's hips jerked forward and both
Spike's restraint was exhausted and he shoved off the rest of his clothes,
kicking them into a pile on the side. As they now stood, face to face and
cock to cock the room snapped and crackled with an electricity that both men
could feel sizzling on their skin.
"Lay down on the bed with me, Xander."
Xander turned, never taking his eyes off the smaller man and he backed up
the short distance to the bed. When his calves bumped the edge, he sat, then
hurried to scoot back and lay down to wait. His anxious cock dribbled a
puddle on his belly in anticipation.
Spike climbed on with him. He straddled the young man and settled so that
Xander's wiry pubic nest tickled the underside of his nuts and Xander's hot,
throbbing cock laid against the crack of Spike's ass. With his hands on Xander's
shoulders, Spike leaned down and kissed the full, bowed lips. It was a kiss that
started out sweetly and rapidly flared to a bonfire of passionate, warring tongues
and clacking teeth.
Xander's hips pumped upward, relishing the feel of his ready dick sliding in
it's own juices against the cool skin but frustrated that this just wasn't 'IT'.
When the kiss broke, both men panted and Spike dove onto the human's
neck, nibbling, sucking and raising purplish bruises. The scent of the blood
so near, yet so far, was maddening.
Xander tipped his head and groaned. His arms were wrapped around the
back of the man sitting on him and he pulled him closer. At the same time he
wished desperately that his arms were long enough to reach his own cock and
bring himself relief.
After licking the marks he had created, Spike began kissing down Xander's
chest. He snuffled the dark chest hair and he listened to the strong, human
heart as it beat the very blood that could sustain them both. In a frustrated
urge, he snapped painfully at Xander's nipple causing the boy to lurch upwards.
"Oh, Jesus, fuck! Spike, I need to cum. My cock is so hard it hurts."
"Not yet, Pet. Wait. The longer you wait, the more it hurts, the better
it will be."
There was so much more that Spike wanted to do to this hot, living body.
He wanted to fuck it, bathe in its warmth, shove his cock deep inside and
pound till his orgasm rocked him to the core, but for some odd reason,
he didn't want to kill or even hurt him. Much. Not yet.
"Stroke me, Xander. Pull on my dick like you do for yourself."
"Fuck, Spike, you're still so cold."
"Just keep stroking me. Your fucking hands are so hot. You make
my prick feel so warm. So good."
Spike leaned back resting his weight on his hands as his cock jutted out for
the boy to fondle and squeeze. He was startled to realize that he wanted Xander
to enjoy this too. He wanted his boy to shudder and quake his release. He
wanted the human to feel it so intensely that he would willingly give himself to
the vampire. When the time came for Spike to claim ownership, he wanted
the human to beg to belong. So, Spike went to work.
Xander was now writhing and squirming as Spike continued to pinch, stroke
and massage the boy's body. He could feel the heavy, masculine thighs spread
out behind him as Xander whined and Spike was beginning to think it was like
riding a bronco at the rodeo as Xander's hips bucked up repeatedly.
Reluctantly, Spike removed Xander's hand from his cock and he squatted,
rearranging himself between the human's legs. Xander choked at the thought
of what the man was about to do. It was unthinkable. It was magnificent!
Spike laid his cheek on the side of Xander's cock. His eyes rolled back when
he felt the pulsing vein as the blood flowed and engorged it. He inhaled the
musky male smell of hot, sweaty balls and the distinct blend that was all
Xander. With his nose, he scooted the nut sack out of the way and he licked
the juncture of thigh and crotch tasting the sweet perspiration.
Xander had no clue as to what to do with his hands but he knew what he needed.
He was ashamed, but he just had to ask.
"Please, Spike, put it in your mouth."
Spike looked up and grinned evilly.
"Would you like that, Xander? Do you want me to suck on your cock?"
Xander groaned and nodded, wondering if this was a trick question. Was Spike
teasing him? Would he actually do such a despicably amazing thing? When Spike
was satisfied with the boy's nonanswer, he laid the flat of his tongue on the throbbing
meat and wetly licked upward till he reached the fat, mushroomy head, then he
"I'll do that for you but we do it my way. I will open my lips and I want you
to hold my head and just fuck my mouth as hard as you want. Can you do that
Xander? Will you fuck my face?"
Xander was taken aback. That didn't sound right. Was he really the kind of man
who would use someone like that for their own pleasure? The mental picture of
what was being asked blocked out any other reservations he had and he immediately
blew out a "YEAH" on a puff of hot air.
Spike opened his mouth. His blue eyes connected with brown and Xander grabbed
his cock at the root. He shoved it all the way in the blond's mouth then entangled
his fingers in the man's hair as his thighs clamped around Spike's ears. With no
further coaxing, Xander threw his head back and his hips took over, snapping up
and down as he roughly fucked the cool, wet opening.
Within seconds, his balls grew heavy, his hard cock stiffened even more and he
knew if he were to pull out before release, it had to be now. Instead, Xander
painfully tightened his fists in Spike's hair, he squeezed Spike's head like a melon
between his thighs and he threw his feet around and beat his heels on Spike's back
as his cock erupted, pumping stringy blobs of hot, living seed down the vampire's
throat and into his stomach.
The taste, so near blood, triggered the vampire's own orgasm and Spike's cold
release shot out, pooling and spilling at the bottom of the small bed.