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The Crossing

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.

Special thanks to the gracious Silk_Labyrinth for her patient beta work.




This amazing poster was done for a movie challenge on NS by the wonderful and
talented Petxnd. Thanks, Sweety for sharing your work and your friendship with me!


April 18th 1912

Late in the evening, the Carpathia and her cargo of 705 survivors along with
198 dead bodies, arrives port in New York City.
They are met by masses of people on the docks. Crowds consisting of reporters,
government officials, friends and families of the Titanic's passengers, all hoping for
more information than the brief radio reports had supplied.
Most are to be disappointed.
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PEACE

The next two days passed surprisingly well with a pattern that established itself
quickly and formed a routine that they comfortably rode out. The ocean had calmed
and the waves beneath them quieted as though it had done its worst and by the
claiming of over 1500 lives, it was sated. Because of that, the Carpathia was
able to make good time in its onward trek to New York.

The continued suffering of the survivors who had lost friends, families and a part
of themselves that would never be recovered, was of no interest to the two vampires.
Off in the distance they could hear the sobs and wailing. It was like a music to their
ears. A nonstop sound, like the boilers and the ship's engines that served to remind
them that, at least for them, all was normal and safe.

They relaxed. They were together and they had all they needed. Conditions that would
have been insufferable and intolerable for humans, were actually very doable. At the
first sign of light, they would lay silent while their caretaker, George made his rounds.
They smiled while George spoke quietly and respectfully, telling them and the others
with them, how sorry he was for their fate and how he prayed for their families.
Spike and Xander liked George and vowed not to eat him.

During the daylight hours, when the sun rose high in the clear blue sky, the sunbeams
would melt the ice from the tarps and the decks. Often they would leisurely suck or fondle
each other to completion, anxious for the day when they could thrash about, ride and fuck
each other without restraint to movement or sound.

Spike would speak in low whispers, entertaining his beloved childe with stories of places
he had seen and adventurous things he had done. They would make plans and Xander
would elicit promises from his Master to teach him things a vampire must know. Then,
it was their time to doze, curled in each other's arms as they absorbed the slight
temperature change in the canvass blanket that concealed and protected them. Later,
when the day retreated and the sky darkened, their eyes opened and stirred about.

They had a plan. An organized agenda. When fully awake, they would lie deathly
still till George's footfalls were a distant echo. They then slipped quietly from beneath
their tarp and moved to the next one. Two of the corpses would be slid over to take
their place and they would slip into the spot the dead had occupied. From there,
they would drain the cold, thick blood from the veins of the preserved human shells.

This continued and repeated all through the night. Although they had started out
in the very first group, they were now nearly half way down the deck and like
sausages in a butcher's window, they still had rows and rows to go.

They would ransack the pockets, wrists and fingers of the people who had no objections
to the vampires removing their blood. After the third victim, Xander began making
pirate jokes. Thievery on the high seas, he called it. He wished he had a patch and a
parrot and he continually made "Aarrrrr" sounds as he bit and sucked their throats.

At first, it was cute and entertaining but Spike was a vampire of short nerve and Xander
was quickly getting on his last one. By the time he was threatening to make Spike walk
the plank for not giving him the second blow job he wanted, Spike had to smack the
back of his head and threaten to kick his arse if he heard just one more reference to
Jolly Roger. Xander scowled but complied. Although he didn't say so, he still thought it
was funny

Fortunately on the first day, Xander had found a woman's handbag tucked lovingly
inside a gentleman's waist coat. Spike had rewarded his childe's brilliant find with a
long, torturously slow fingered sphincter tease before he was allowed to cum.

The purse, though small, held the enormous bounty that overflowed their own pockets.
It was puzzling to them that these men chose to die with all of their earthly belongings
on them. Did they really believe they could take it with them? Did they plan to pay for
a less painful death with their offerings to Poseidon? Either way, it became a running
joke to kiss the donator on the lips and thank them for their generosity.

With hundreds of bodies laid out in rows and rows, Spike and Xander knew that they
would easily survive on the limitless supply of the disgusting swill until they reached
port two days hence. Upon arrival, they would find all the hot fresh blood they could
hold.

It was an amusing turn of events. The sinking of the Titanic had become a makeshift
honeymoon. A time of bonding, relaxation and a time that allowed a new childe to gain
strength and confidence in his altered body.

"It's Sunday, Love."

Xander turned his head and burped. He knew the dead blood in his stomach left him
with terrible breath and he didn't want to inflict it on his Master. Even cold and frozen,
both men realized the partial thawing and refreezing had the blood off and wouldn't
sustain them any longer. It also had Xander cranky and slightly nauseous.

Besides that, the silence was killing him. He was certain he couldn't go another day
without shouting, whooping and hearing the wonderful sound of his own voice.

"Yeah, so what? You singin' in the church choir?"

Spike pretended to be stern but he was too excited. The sun had just set and the
late hours were falling upon them. Tonight, however was to be different.

"Don't be a brat. I just thought you might be interested in the fact that the ship docks
tonight. New York harbor is only a few hours away and we will finally be off this fucking
ocean. And I'll tell you something else, Boy. That is the last time we travel abroad!
Someday, if they invent machines that fly like birds, we will go but until then, NEVER!"

Xander giggled in excitement. Spike could say the most outrageous things. Machines
that fly like birds and carried men over the ocean. How absurd! But the comic mental
picture was overshadowed by the thrill of the fact that they were almost there.

They had made it! Thanks to Spike, they had survived!!

Spike looked over and was shocked to see tears in his childe's eyes. He rolled over
on his side under the canvas and he gently touched the boy's face.

"Xander? What is it? I thought you would be happy. This fucking nightmare is
almost over. Or is that it? Are you upset about returning to the world as a vampire
and not a human? Do you regret our....."

"NO! Oh, God, Spike no! I was just thinking about Paddy and Emma grieving for me.
They gave me this trip and now they believe that they sent me to my death when the truth
couldn't be further away. They put me on that ship to find my destiny and that is exactly
what happened. They gave me the chance at a new life and I will never be able to tell
them that I found it."

Spike snuggled close and in a move of love and comfort, offered his wrist to his boy
to bite and suckle. It eased both of their minds and strengthened their bond. As a
diversion, Spike spoke of their arrival.

"What is the first thing you want to do when we get there?"

Xander snorted and released the sore arm.

"Get a room in a fancy hotel and take a hot, hot bath. Then I want to buy some new
DRY clothes and hit the streets for a real meal."

Spike smiled, his teeth glistening ominously in the dark.

"And what do you fancy, Love? A hobo? A drunk? Or maybe some innocent
out for a stroll in the park unguarded and alone?"

Xander's eyes sparkled with an evil yellow glow.

"Nope, I know just what I want first. In fact, it is already waiting on me at the
Rochester Hotel. If you are good, I might just let you tag along. I believe she even
has a sister you might like."

The two vampires cackled and giggled happily. They were almost home.

THE END
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If you sailed with the Bee on The Crossing, please pay the passage by leaving
a comment. Due to the holidays, I'm not sure if we will jump right in to the
next Bee story or wait till the first of January. Either way, see you then!
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