Title: The Crossing
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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.

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Getting to know you. Getting to know all about you
Getting to like you. Getting to hope you like me.
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It had taken several minutes of gasping and shuddering before Xander's body
began to regain some semblance of control and cognitive ability. The orgasm
that slammed into him like a steam engine rattled his teeth and caused stars to
explode behind his eyelids. He had never known anything like that before in
his young life.

As the blood that rushed through his veins slowed, he cautiously opened his
eyes and turned his head to the left to see the smiling, smirking face of the
man who was responsible for said cockquake. The man who was lying on
his side, stretched out on the small bed and running his cool hands up and
down Xander's chest and stomach possessively.

With his brain cells again fed with fluid, Xander was horrified at what he had
just done and felt even worse about the level of satisfaction he had achieved.
He quickly flopped over on his side so that they were face to face.

"Fuck, Spike. Shit, I'm sorry. I never imagined doing anything like that.
It was so harsh, so......"

Before he could go any further, Spike leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss
on Xander's lips. The taste of his own semen on Spikes mouth should have
repulsed and shamed him, but it had just the opposite effect. The cock that now lay
relaxed and resting on his thigh, twitched as it considered plumping for another go.

"Don't you dare apologize. That was fucking brilliant! Sex between two men
isn't the same as it is with a bird, Love. We don't need all the flowers, candy and
sweet worded lies. With us, sometimes it's down and dirty. Sometimes I like
a little of the rough and tumble and from what I just saw, so do you. See, Xan,
I knew we were two of a kind."

Xander was very reassured, not only by Spike's words but by his demeanor.
Apparently there wasn't to be any accusations, no indignation, and the best
part, no leaving. Xander grinned and snuggled down against the firm body of
his lover. His arm circled Spike as his hand rubbed over the small of his back.

"Damn, it feels like 100 degrees in here and you are still cold as a corpse.
Wonder what I can do to warm you up a bit?"

Xander waggled his eyebrows in what he hoped was a seductive manner while
Spike laughed at the accuracy of Xander's description. The vampire squirmed
as the wonderful heat of his human's hand moved and massaged between
his shoulder blades down to the soft swell of his buttocks and then back up.

This was the happiest Spike could remember being in years and he had
already began devising a plan to keep the boy with him even after the grand
ship docked in New York. Something subtle perhaps. Chains, ropes and
a clunk on the noggin were tried and true, but this begged for better.
Xander deserved better.

"Hey! you in there?"

Spike blinked to see Xander smiling and snapping his fingers in front of
him and realized he had zoned out for a moment. Lunging forward, he
grabbed the boy's fingers in his teeth and he play growled as he shook them
fiercely. Xander squealed and tugged, laughing at the silliness of it all.

"Stop. Stop. Please, don't bite them off."

Spike released the digits and forcefully shoved his boy onto his back and he
pounced, lying prone on top. Tipping his head back, the grin disappeared from
Xander's lips as he groaned at the power of the passion that swept through him.
The weight of another man pressing down on him was so erotic it caused his
breath to hitch and the hair on his balls to curl.

"Oh, fuck, Spike, you feel so good. You make my poor, tired dick want
to get hard and squirt again. Let's do stuff. Let's lay in bed all day and do
wicked, sexy man stuff. Look, it's nearly morning already. I can see the sun
starting to come up."

Xander stared over Spike's shoulder at the small port hole and marveled at
the beautiful pink hue that was starting to color the sky. Spike's reaction
was markedly different. He snarled and sat bolt upright as his head snapped
first toward the coming light and then away from it. He quickly leapt to his
feet and grabbed for his clothes.

Xander was stunned and scrambled to sit up also. Surely Spike wasn't
going to just leave? That was unthinkable. A decent man would simply
not come to your room, give you the best fucking of your young life and then
rush away would he? It just wasn't done in polite society!

"Hey! Wait, where are you going? What are you doing? You aren't leaving
are you? Did I say something wrong? Did I do something? I thought we
would spend the day together. I thought we........."

Spike cupped the human's cheek, careful to stay away from the stream of light
that was already beginning to pierce the darkness of the small space. He could
ask Xander to cover the window but that would require too many questions
and right now, Spike did not want to be trapped here all day, unable to hunt,
unable to feed.

"No! No, love. You didn't do anything. You are wonderful and I can't wait
to see you later. It's just that right now, I need to get back to my own cabin.
I need to clean up and take care of some things. Besides, you are a bit
stinky, my love and so am I. So, let's both get some sleep and tidy up, then
later, I will come to you and we can spend all evening together. I promise."

Xander scowled. He didn't want to be separated from this man for even a
minute but what he said did make sense. His body screamed for sleep and he
smelled like a back alley whore house. An odor that was not entirely unpleasant.
Still, the urgency with which Spike was attempting to leave brought another
terrifying issue to torment his mind and he knew he couldn't sleep if he didn't ask.

"Spike, you aren't, um, married or something are you? Is there someone else
waiting for you?"

Spike had pulled on his pants, shirt and was now tying up his shoes. He needed
to go. He needed to go NOW, but he wouldn't do it if it meant leaving Xander
confused and unhappy. Standing in the shadows with the door to his back,
Spike held out his hand for Xander to come to him. Quickly, the boy complied
and fell into the vampire's embrace.

"There is no one else, Xander. I promise you. There is no one more important
to me than you but I have to go. Now, no more complaining. You get to bed
and go to sleep. I expect you wide awake and your pecker hard and ready when
I call for you. Do you understand me?"

Xander laughed at the false stern voice and he stood straight, snapped his bare
heels together and saluted.

"Yes Sir!"

When he turned, Spike cracked him sharply in the naked arse, leaving a lovely
red hand mark and he darted out the door.

"Ouch! Hey!"

Xander rubbed his hand over his sore left cheek and had to chuckle. When he
started to climb back in bed, his eye noticed the beam of sunlight that now
filled the room, had settled on a foreign object in the corner and he squinted to
discern what it was. Spike's coat. The long, black wool one that seemed to
do very little in the way of keeping the man warm.

Xander grinned. It was his insurance policy. Spike would be back, if for no
other reason than to get his coat. Yep, Spike would be back.