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.

Xander offered no resistance as Spike's fingers flew about the task of undressing
the silent human. He was too shocked. Spike's words had exploded in his brain,
seeped into his bloodstream and affected every inch of his body.

His dick, which had slowly started to move and twitch, to fill and lengthen, now
snapped to attention and strained to be released from its confines. When Xander
suddenly shivered, he realized he was naked and it was now or never. He had to ask.

"What you said.......I mean, people don't really do that, do they? It seems kinda
wrong. Sounds unnatural."

Spike chuckled. He had forgotten how wonderful true innocence was. This was
going to be a treat. One to be savored and enjoyed. Gently, he took both
Xander's hands in his and he coaxed him forward.

"We aren't the only men in the world who take pleasure with other men, Xander.
What do you think they do? It feels good to take each other in hand and when you
suck a cock till it fills your mouth with release it is amazing, but this, this down and
dirty business of shagging is bloody brilliant. It is special. It is the two of us sharing
one body. It is the same as what men do with women. It is no different."

Without thinking, Xander's hand drifted around to his backside to cover and protect
and Spike stifled a snicker. With both men now naked, Spike took one long thin
finger and starting on Xander's throat, he let it drift down the center of his chest where
his sensitive fingertips could feel the boy's heart pounding, his lungs fill and expel and
down to where his stomach muscles quivered at the cool touch.

His hand stopped when it reached the straining, drooling penis that both men
now stared at. Xander wanted touched and he didn't care by whom .

"So, um, if I want to do that, um, thing......which one of us would poke and
which one gets poked?"

Before answering, Spike swiped his thumb across the sticky substance that oozed
out of the nearly purple head. He made sure he had Xander's full attention and he
then licked it off. Xander whimpered.

"Don't be silly Love, the human is always on the bottom."

Xander frowned.


Spike chuckled darkly.

"How daft of me. I meant American, of course. I forget you aren't used to slang
words we use on the other side. It's just general practice that Europeans always top."

Xander didn't think that sounded very fair but considering the situation he was about
to put himself in, International Rights seemed a topic best kept for later conversations.

"Doesn't that hurt? A lot?"

Spike reached over and pulled out the top drawer of Xander's small bed stand.
He removed a small vial of oil and handed it to the nervous boy. Xander popped
off the cork and smell the heady, rich scent of roses. It was the same smell he
had come to know and love in Spike's hair.

"On my way back to get you, I dropped this off. Kinda hoped our evening
would come to this. Do you want to try, Xander? Do you want me to fill
your body and bring you pleasures that you have only dreamed of?"

Xander could hardly breathe. His dick was so hard and eager he would have
agreed to hanging upside down naked on the first class deck if Spike would
lead him to release. Unimagined pleasures was more than he hoped for.

"Yeah, I want that. I want to try. Tell me what to do."

Spike grinned smugly. The hungry itch of anticipation flooded his body and
made him want to howl at the moon and scream his excitement. The only thing
that would make this better was if he could shed this silly human appearance and
fuck the boy with his demon's unchecked abandon.

But that would come. After ownership had been established. For now, he
would show restraint. Control. As much as he was able.

"Spread the money out on the bed."

Spike's voice was low and growly as he watched the boy hurry to do as he was
told. His nostrils flared and his fingers clenched and opened repeatedly as he watched
Xander bend over to comply. His boy's arse tipped high and flexed as he reached
and moved to toss handfuls of the paper money around like a second blanket.

Spike opened the bottle of oil in his hand and he dripped some on the head of his cock.
Automatically, he jerked with the need to grip and strip his aching dick till relief spurted
from the slit. But he didn't. This virgin was to be savored. So, slowly, gently, his hand
lightly moved up and down, coating his flesh with the sweet, floral smell as he stared
at his beautiful boy's backside.

His body was incredible. Long, thick thighs that were covered with dark hair that
grew more sparse as it reached upward, nearly dissipating when those legs turned
into perfect, plump globes. Spike loved an arse with a little fat to it.

Xander's hands flew. He wasn't sure if he should do this by denomination or simply
ensure that it was evenly distributed. The absurdity of the task was secondary to the
thought of what they were planning to do next. Even though it scared the bejeebers
out of him, he couldn't wait. Just the thought that men actually did these things with each
other opened a whole new future up for him.

When he thought he had it almost right, Xander yipped as the cold hands gripped his
ass cheeks and pulled them open. When Spike kicked the insides of his ankles, Xander
took the hint and immediately widened his stance. What happened next caused a
steady stream of low, whispered curses and muttered disjointed thoughts to leave his
lips as Spike released one cheek and Xander felt the oil dribbled over his hot, musky hole.

"Shhhh. Relax, Xan. I'm going to get you all nice and ready for me, yeah? Gonna
start with my fingers and open you up. Get that sweet little hole all loose and relaxed
so when I lay down with you, I can slide all up in your body."

Xander dropped his head and tipped his ass higher. The thoughts were so dirty
and the words were so enticing he was certain he would cum before Spike's dick
got anywhere near him. His only hope was to refuse to touch himself or even look
at the cock that was staring him in the eye and begging, "Please Xander. Please
just touch me. I promise I won't cum. I promise I'll be good." Xander knew the
little fucker was lying.

Spike closed his eyes and tipped back his head, reveling in his other senses as
he worked the boy's opening. The feel of the slick as his fingers, first one, then two
moved in and out, sliding and scissoring to relax the tight hole. The sound of the oil as
it squished in rhythm to the humans moans and ragged breathing. The smell of roses
mixed with the enticing blood just a fraction of an inch under the surface. It was all
nearly too much. It was all more than Spike had felt in years and he knew it could
be dangerous for Xander if he didn't move quickly.

So he stopped. He withdrew his fingers, despite Xander's whine, and he smacked
the boy's arse sharply.

"Lay down on your back and spread your legs for me."

Xander scrambled to comply. When he was in position, Spike took a moment to look and
appreciate what was his. The boy was frightened, his eyes were wide and he resembled
a carriage horse who had come upon a snake in the road. His long hair was disheveled
and perspiration had tendrils of it stuck to his forehead. His feet were flat on the bed and
his knees shook. Spike grinned. His pressie was perfect and he climbed on the bed.

"Put your feet on my shoulders. It will help you brace yourself."

Xander wiggled down and did as he was told. The position had him bent nearly in half,
his knees near his own shoulders and his cockhead brushing against his belly, leaving a
slime trail that felt wet and chilly in the cool night air.

Spike fingered Xander's ass a little more to test it then placed his cock against the
impossibly tight, wrinkled opening.

"Relax, Xander. Don't hold your breath. I'm going to push it in and it will burn some.
When I get it in, I'll stop and give you a chance to get used to it. You ready?"

It all sounded terrible and Xander was having second thoughts, but his dick did not
share his concerns. His dick, and surprisingly, his hole were fully on board. So, with
trepidation, Xander bit his lip and nodded. Spike wasted no time. He placed a thumb
and forefinger under the crown of his cock and he pushed but it slipped away. On the
second try, he was firmer and it popped through. Immediately, Xander flinched,
squeezing Spike in a painful paradise.

Xander stiffened and whimpered quietly. It was music to Spike's ears and he plunged
forward as Xander pressed his feet harder against the vampire's shoulders and cried out.

"Do you want to stop?"
"No. No, just give me a minute."
"Tell me when. Christ, Xan, you feel so good. So warm. Like heaven."

After a moment that felt like a year, the grip around him eased marginally and Xander's
voice was steadier.

"Yeah, yeah, it's better. It feels better. Just...slow. Go easy."

Gently, Spike pulled back and, for Xander, the burn was now considerably less. As
Spike picked up speed and depth, the all-consuming feel switched from uneasy to
'Oh my fucking God!'. Now, Xander rocked up. He thrashed around, squirming
and gripping Spike's forearms as he tried to get more. More cock. More of the
intrusive, glorious ache. More of everything. More Spike.

"I'm close, Xan. Cum with me."

Xander blinked. He had been so lost in the feel of his ass he had almost forgotten
about his own cock. Now that it had his attention, it was his whole world. Immediately,
Xander reached between his legs and as Spike pulled back, Xander wrapped his
hand around Spike's cock and coated his fingers with the rose oil.

He then gripped his own erection and both men lost themselves in the pleasures of the flesh.
Within minutes, their murmurs, sighs and moans turned to curses and grunts as they chased
and strained toward the inevitable. Spike felt it first. As the tingle started, he quickly dropped
his face and kissed the boy's neck, squishing him in half. When Xander felt the sharp,
piercing sting on his neck, he too snapped into an orgasm that exploded white lights and
dancing stars behind his eyelids.

He spurted string after string of hot pearly blobs that ran down his side and soaked the
paper money beneath him and Xander Harris felt like a million bucks.

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