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.
Spike showed no interest in removing himself from atop his boy where his cool,
smaller body was draped over the hot, pliant human. Spike's hands framed
Xander's face and he covered his boy's lips, eyelids, cheeks and forehead in
small pecks and kisses.
Xander felt like a slug. His happy, sated cock was slowly deflating and his entire
body hummed and purred with the flush of sexual and emotional satisfaction.
Xander wondered if it was possible to fall in love in the course of just two days.
It was a question he would not dare voice. Not yet.
Being Xander, though, he did want to talk. That had been an earth shaking,
life altering experience and he wanted to talk about it. It was what Anya had
called his 'girly side'.
"Wow, Spike. I mean....wow. Is it always like that?"
Spike paused in his hand and lip examination and exploration of the boy and
he snuggled into the crook of his human's strong arm.
"It can be. It depends on how you feel about the person you are with."
Xander threw his other arm around the still cool body and mildly wondered why
Spike never warmed up. He pulled the smaller man even closer and he kissed the
top of the soft blond curls. He wanted his silent moves to say what his voice
When he rolled over and tipped his head, the twinge of pain reminded him
of what had sent him hurtling into a tsunami of an orgasm and he blushed.
"Spike, did you bite me?"
Spike opened his eyes and looked at the red marks on the boy's neck. He was
thrilled. The boy's blood had tasted like the finest wine, sweet, heady, rich
and pure. It sang of love and devotion and Spike was stunned to realize
that the emotions he tasted were flowing for him. The demon crowed.
It freed him. He knew if he expressed affection, it would be returned.
Even if Xander tried to deny how he felt, Spike would know the truth.
"Of course I did. Oh, sorry, Pet, I forget that you are new to this. Maybe
I should have told you that it sometimes happens. You don't mind do you,
Xander's hand drifted to the wounds on his neck. He was amazed at how
much he did NOT mind. When it had happened, it was as though there was
a bolt of lightning that shot from that spot on his throat straight down to his
cock. It was so erotic he wondered if Spike would bite him every time they
had sex. Maybe if he asked very nicely.
First, there was something else that Xander had to ask. He cursed himself
for risking the good mood that was floating in the air, but he couldn't help
himself. He was Xander.
"Spike? Please don't get mad, but, what happened earlier? You seemed so
Spike sighed and scooted up till he was face to face with his human. He pouted
perfectly and his lower lip stuck out exactly the right amount.
"I'm sorry, Xander. You see I get these terrible headaches. I had some packets
of headache powder in my coat pocket and I really needed them. I hated for you
to see me like that and I apologize for speaking harshly to you. Do you forgive me?"
Xander was overwhelmed with relief and shame at his suspicious misunderstanding.
Clearly, Spike was the innocent in this situation and Xander was embarrassed that he
came across as accusatory.
"Shit, Spike, I'm so sorry. Of course I forgive you. Shit, there is nothing to forgive.
Are you sick? Is it something serious? Have you seen a doctor?"
Spike blinked, batting his clear blue eyes innocently.
"Oh, I have, Love. There is nothing they can do. Migraines, they call them. As
long as I have my powders, I'm all right."
Xander frowned and petted his lover like a cat. His larger hands ran up and
down the blond's spine, around his hip, tracing the sharply protruding bone
and cupped the sweet bubble butt.
"My poor Baby. Let me make you better."
Xander's huge hands then molded themselves around Spike's skull and his fingers
began massaging the vampire's scalp. He dug in almost painfully and pressed
and rubbed, feeling the skin roll and move under his ministration. Spike sighed.
It was the most incredible feeling ever. Nearly competitive with sex. Nearly.
He arched his back, strained his neck and tipped his head slightly at different
angles to assure that Xander didn't miss any spots. Xander grinned and continued.
It reminded him of the old hound dog Paddy had when he first arrived. It
used to bump his hands with its nose to encourage the same ear scratching.
Spike's body rippled and arched bonelessly as a slow moan left his lips.
"Jesus, fuck, Xan that feels incredible! If you even think about stopping, I'll
rip your throat out and feed it to you with a fork."
Xander chuckled at the absurd mental image.
"Oooo. I'm so scared. Well, at the risk of certain death, I'm afraid I'm
done. It's nearly daylight and I am whipped. Why don't we get some
sleep and when we wake up, I'll scratch your head; in exchange you can
do that, um, thing we did earlier."
"It's called sex, Love. Sex! Sex! Sex!!!!"
Xander squealed and clamped his hands over his ears as though he were mortified
at the shocking statement. Truth was, he was delighted. He had never been happier
and the only thing that would make it perfect was if Spike would stay and sleep with
him, but he wasn't ready to ask. Sadly, he didn't need to. Spike climbed over
him and began rummaging on the floor for his clothing.
"Now, I'm trusting you Xander. Don't you dare let me catch you flirting or
snogging with the lovely Miss Yvette at dinner tonight."
"WHAT? I would NEVER........Oh, ha ha, smart-ass. So, I'll see you after
Spike was dressed and collecting his coat and hat. The sadness in his boy's voice
bothered him but couldn't be helped. Hopefully, once they got to New York, he
could be upfront and claim the boy properly, but these things had to be handled
carefully. Moving too soon would spoil it. So, with a smile, he held out his
hand and Xander jumped from the bed and rushed into his lover's arms.
"I promise, Xan. I will come for you tonight and maybe we will go dancing again.
Would you like that?"
Xander nuzzled into Spike's neck and he nodded silently, trying not to cry.
He didn't care that he was standing stark naked, smelly, and had dollar bills
stuck to his back, his ass and a couple of tens between his legs. With a last peck
on the lips, Spike slipped out the door. Despite his nudity, Xander stuck his
head out the door to watch the blond move quickly away.
At the end of the hallway, Spike turned to the right and disappeared. Xander
frowned slightly. All the remaining second class cabins were in the hallway to the
left. As far as he knew, there were only service areas off to the right. Xander
shrugged. He must have been mistaken.
Without peeling the paper money off himself, Xander flopped back into bed and fell
asleep almost instantly.