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.
Commandment #8: Thou shall not steal.
Avoiding the blasting cold air of the outer deck, Spike and Xander blatantly
held hands as they laughed and ran through the maze of interior corridors till they
came to the hallway of the second class staterooms. When they came to #269,
Xander fell back against it, gasping to catch his breath as he fished around in his
pockets for his room key.
"Looking for this, Pet?"
When Xander saw the key Spike held, he remembered how the other man had
gotten it and it instantly deflated his good mood. Spike saw the change in his boy
and was not about to have the rest of their evening ruined, so he did the first thing
that came to mind. He stepped in and kissed him.
It should have been unthinkable that two men would behave so outrageously.
In the common hallway where any number of proper, perfect strangers
could see them.
Xander gasped. He was so totally thrown off-kilter, that his sour mood of just
a second ago was long forgotten. His brain screamed 'NO! NO! STOP
THIS MADNESS!' In confusing contrast, his lips and body thought this was the
best idea ever and challenged anyone to step up and interfere.
He leaned against the door and didn't care that the door handle was digging into the
center of his back. In fact, the discomfort only added to the sizzling excitement. He
scooped his arms around the smaller man and pulled him close, so close you couldn't
have gotten a postcard between them and he opened his mouth, begging for the now
familiar cold tongue to plunder and possess him. It did not disappoint.
After a few minutes, Spike pulled back. He gazed into the hooded brown eyes and
the goofy smile of the kiss puffed lips. That was better. That was a much more
attractive look on his boy than the annoyed scowl.
"Come on, Love, I think we better take this inside. The good passengers of the
Titanic might not approve of our snogging in the hallway, but they would be downright
shocked if they came upon us rolling naked and shagging like bunnies."
Xander watched as Spike turned the key and opened the door and he followed
happily into his room.
"Ha ha, yeah, I don't think....., um, I get that snogging must be kissing but what
exactly would they see if they caught us shagging?"
Spike, master of diversion that he is, again changed the subject and, like a
magician pulling a family of rabbits out of his hat, he began unloading huge fistfuls
of cash from his coat and tossing them on the small cabin bed. Xander eyes bugged
as the supply seemed never ending.
"Hell's bells, Spike. How much is that?"
Spike shrugged in boredom and let his coat drop from his shoulders.
"Don't know, do I? Really didn't keep track. Besides, I won it for you. You
Xander was stunned. He sat on the edge of the bed and he ran his hands over the
amazing amount of money. He knew this was probably more money than Paddy
earned in two years and Spike had won it in a single night. He couldn't possibly
accept such an outrageous gift. Could he? Before he could stop himself,
Xander began thinking of all the things he could do in New York with this kind of
money. It would pay the rent on a small apartment for months until he and Spike
got jobs and earned their keep. It was freedom. No. It was Spike's.
"Damn, Spike, I can't take this. It wouldn't be right. You won it fair and square.
Spike snorted. He casually went about the business of kicking off his shoes and
unbuttoning his shirt.
"Don't be daft, Pet. I won it because I have the quickest hands not the best cards.
So take the damn money and I can get us more anytime we need it."
Xander sat with a blank look on his face. It took him all of three seconds to realize
what Spike was saying. When he did, he squeaked, tumbling away from the bed
and jumping to his feet, as far from the stack of evil, vile, stolen winnings as he was
able to get considering the limited dimensions of the room. He then snapped an
accusing finger at the contaminated cash.
"YOU CHEATED! That is ill gotten gains! You cheated at cards and took their
money under false pretense. That is like stealing. You expect me to accept and
spend, although it would really come in handy, that spoiled spoils? Never!
Never I say! Well, I mean maybe if it was an emergency. You know, if I was
dying and that paid the doctor bill or if you were starving and I needed some of it
for food. Oh, or maybe if one of us was kidnapped and the ransom was, how much
did you say was there?"
Spike was stumped as to what Xander's objection could be. It was money.
It was free money.
"How much? Who cares, Xander? Those fat bastards have more dosh than
they could ever spend. This is nothing to them. Besides, do you know how they
get their money? On the broken backs of men like you and your Paddy. Men
that they work like pack mules till their bodies break and they are no good to
them anymore. Then they toss them aside and hire more. They deserve to
lose some of it to us. To the very men they cheat years of their life from."
Xander paused. All of that certainly made sense. He was still not fully
convinced but Spike's side of the debate was going a long way toward swaying
his opinion of black and white and shades of grey.
Spike paused in the work he was doing on his trouser buttons and rolled his eyes.
He was now naked except for the pants that were all but dropping from his hips
and he wanted Xander the same way. This silly nonsense and babble about
honest vs dishonest was a philosophical discussion that he had no interest in
Slowly, in a walk best described as a slither, Spike circled his boy and stepped up
behind him. Xander was still uncertain. He stood straight backed, his hands on his
hips and his righteous indignation perched on his head like a crown of thorns.
Spike ran his hands up his boy's back, feeling the sharp outline of the shoulder blades
and the wide, hard shoulders. He could feel the tension in the broad back muscles
and he dug his bony fingers in at exactly the right spot to cause the knots to weaken
and soften. Xander's hands slipped and swung limply at his sides.
Spike leaned in and spoke softly in the boy's ear.
"That feel good?"
Xander swayed on his feet as the amazing massage continued down his spine and
back up to his shoulders, hitting every tight muscle and sore spot and turning him into
a happy puddle of goo.
"Oh yeah. Oh, right there. Yeahhhhhh."
Spike's hands worked their way down to his waistband where he tugged and
pulled till he had Xander's shirt freed. He then pressed his chest against the
incredible warmth of Xander's back and he reached around to unbutton the
restrictive clothes as he continued to speak in low, hypnotic tones.
"Do you know what I want to do with all that money. Xander?"
Xander swayed and closed his eyes as the nimble fingers worked their magic.
"I want to spread it all out on your bed and shag you on it. I want to shove my
cock deep in your arse and pound away while it crinkles and crackles underneath your
Xander's mouth fell open and a small "Ack" tumbled out.